They took the long harsh cat-o-nine tails
by Krystle Newberry
They whipped you over and over again
You bled and bled, a story that tells
Of a trip you took that long began.
That from the beginning Jesus Christ knew
He'd take a long journey, a death He'd die
So horrible we'd not comprehend the strength He drew
That many would let the chance pass them by.
The wooden cross stood tall between the others
Three nails in His body, a thorny crown on His head
This is a story, a true one dear brothers
The cross He was on became His death bed.
Death could not keep Him, He arose in the end
Three days later, Alive. This isn't the end.