Insults rained down on Him,

As the lash came down on His back,

“Where is your god now?

Physician, heal thyself.”

Like a lamb led to the slaughter,

He submitted Himself to the smiters

Not a word did He utter in His defense.

King of Kings and Lord of Lords

Like a common criminal arrayed

His Majesty and Splendour

Sheathed back,

Yet His Glory was on display.

Glory, full of grace and truth,

Not once did He cower in fear of death or pain

Not once did He utter a plea for mercy or favour

Legions of angels stood breath-bated

Waiting for the command to war, which never came.

Jesus took it all, He never once cried “Stop”,

But He turned and looked at the Father’s brimming heart

At the dam of wrath about to burst

And He cried out to His Abba in Heaven,

“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

Oh what riches of peace, love and joy we inherit, because Jesus did not yell, ‘Stop’ to His tormentors

And what eternal glory awaits us because He drank the cup of wrath and judgment and cried ‘Mercy’ as He drank the last drop.


For God did not send his Son into the world

to condemn the world,

but in order

that the world might be saved through him.

 John 3:17 ESV