This poem really touched me so in response to this poem I also wrote a response.
In the minds of each soldier
The plans of pain and cruel torture
The heart of Jesus calm and guiltless
Wanted to save and make them sinless
In the mouths of those in command
Beg, barter, a limb, a hand
A group of those to carry the Son
The nail and hammer ready to be one
Their evil plans could not be at loss
For each soldier had a place on the cross
Trying to slickly increase His suffering
So called Saint showed not much morning
Every limb fasten sure not to move
Nails beaten in every grove
Jesus was full of hurt and grief
Asked forgiveness from His Father, sin to cease
They mocked Him for who he was
They beat him without a true cause
They drew lots for His few clothes
Some no repent, just lost souls
By Alyce A. Hendricks
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