Not how He prayed at Calvary.

 

Just hanging like a spectacle

And lonely beyond words

And seeing false religion strut

With all their venom heard

And He a Teacher full of hope

With gentle hands to heal

Not judging every trip and fall

But offering comfort real.

He prayed as if the Sky could hear

'Might you forgive their doubt

And cruelty based on ignorance

Oh Father help them out

But only if they turn to me

Like John with Mother below

And drop right now all hateful spite.'

Did Christ pray thus? Lord NO!

But rather He held hope sublime

That light would come and love

And grace and mercy take the place

Of bloody push and shove.