“Behold the Man!” who stands condemned:
   I see as in a mirror
A scornful sinner sneering there,
   God’s wrath ablaze with furor.

“Shall I release Him?” Pilate cries,
   But they demand another,
And I, the shameful, am set free
   To see the faultless suffer.

His crucifiers claim His clothes,
   And with appreciation
I marvel at His glorious gift,
   The garments of salvation.

My cross He bore that solemn day
   With Simon close behind Him.
His cross I’ll shoulder by His grace
   And in His footsteps find Him.

Ed Morris, 2009

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