CALVARY, O CALVARY!
I know that I shall never see
A scene that matches Calvary;
That rocky, barren, skull-shaped hill
Where incensed crowds with hellish will
Driven by hate’s satanic plan
Contrived to crucify God’s Man.
Other scenes of man’s violent age
Have claimed the floodlights of time’s stage
And marked the depths to which he’ll fall
When self and pride rule over all,
Depths that would make ‘blood, sweat and tears’
Flow on like rivers through the years.
Yet, here’s a scene that crowns them all,
And shows how dreadful was that fall
That marked man’s sin against his God,
And cursed forever earth’s dark sod,
Where wickedness the throng did move
To kill that One whose name is LOVE.
Daily “He went about doing good,”
Feeding the crowds with heaven’s food,
Healing the sick and raising the dead;
While starving sheep to green pastures led.
He removed forever the blind man’s night,
llumined his heart with Shekinah light.
He brought the dead to their loved’s embrace.
He thrilled their hearts with His Words of grace.
The degraded He brought to the feast of Heaven,
And wrote ‘gainst their debt: “Paid and forgiven.”
His very steps spoke: “Love, Joy and Peace”
His Way was God’s Way, it would never cease.
Yet, envy, jealousy, malice and pride,
Were lurking and planning with quickening stride,
To make an end to this Heaven-sent Man,
And they would not pause with their hellish plan,
To ponder the power that in Jesus flowed,
That marked Him off as the Son of God.
His Glory, His Grace and His Words of Love,
All spoke of a realm that’s so far above
The pomp and the pride of the ways of men,
Who walk their brief walk ne’er to come again.
Yet, they spilled His blood on that barren hill,
The blood that’s the seal of His Father’s will.
And since that great day countless thousands look,
To that place where the blinded crowds then forsook
The glorious Saviour, the Treasure of Heaven
Who wrote o’er MY debt both ‘PAID’ and ‘FORGIVEN’
Who makes me His child and brings me safe to His shore
To sing of that skull hill for evermore.
Poem written by: A. M. Ross and used with permission