Glancing upon mere mortal hands
Thinking how much they could withstand
Of nails piercing, callous skin
The very thought what could have been
Us upon a cross we'd bare
Streets I'd walk and hateful stares
Would welcome me as I would go
Alone to death by man proposed
The whips with bone cartilage of swine
Of animals, of many kinds
Would shred the skin right off our back
My chest, my body also attacked
The crown of thorns upon my head
Turned by hand till it bled red
Would squeeze my brow so it would stay
Upon my head, upon that day
Lashes many as if the ones
Sustained on knees would grant me son
Of man they thought was blasphemy
The me, The CHRIST, that could not be
I'd see my mother anguished in tears
As she would watch what she had feared
The day that she would see all this
Where feet both mine on cross she'd kiss
I glance again at these two hands
As I raise them and pray that man
Will see and feel His pain today
Maybe these thoughts will change their ways
