His Broken Body

Not a sound, not a cry

They came to take Him away

In violent disarray

In the night while in the Garden

Gethsemane, that was

In intense prayer

While sweat like blood clots

Ran down His face


Swords, clubs, torches

To lighten into the dark

Of the mob’s coward way

They came, Jesus, we want

I am He, He replied

At His voice, they fell

backward to the ground

Their strength gone.


With a kiss He was marked

For trials by the authorities

Of crimes not committed

The verdict by Rome

Not guilty of the charges

Crucify Him, others cried

Rome’s deaf to the truth

Listened to the mob’s voice


Cesar, Cesar, our king

Away with Jesus

Crucify Him, crucify Him!

Pilate scourged and whipped Him

Mercilessly by the hands

Of his soldiers, one by one

In a spectacle of cruelty

Disgraced and guilty


Author: Jacinta da Cruz Rodgers

I have been committed to teaching the truth of the Word of God beginning with Trans World Radio on Bonaire, N.A and Swaziland, Africa (1969-1980), then through churches in the United States in both English and Portuguese and then through ministry in Israel (2005-2006). This ministry continues through local Bible studies and outreach to the world via the internet. I have written a book about my life from that of an orphan in Brazil to missionary in 5 countries. You can find out more on the "Book" page of our blog site.

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