Staggering

Their cheers have turned to mocking
Their palms have turned to stone
Hosannas turn to mourning
For a King without a throne
The rocks alone cry out with joy
To pave that cobbled street
Becoming hallowed ground
Each stone that bears its Maker’s feet

Staggering, stumbling down that dusty road

Behold the Word Incarnate
The Son of God made Man
Whose power knows no limit
Yet now can barely stand
Who can comprehend the depths
Of love’s great mystery?
With each determined step
He bears His cross to Calvary

Staggering, stumbling down that dusty road

His eyes pierce through the ages
And plead with you and me
To share His yoke of suffering
Like Simon of Cyrene
For all who claim to be His own
Must prove their love in deeds
Deny yourself, take up your cross
And follow where He leads

Staggering, stumbling down that dusty road

 

Words and Music for Lent by Karl Kohlhase
© 2008 karl kohlhase