I walk through the wilderness, br with sandals on my feet, br a crown of thorns around my head, br one-person helps with the cross that I carry. br Crowds follow my progress, br women weep at my feet. br I go to meet my father, br somewhere out there. br br The crosses stand tall, br victims scream out with pain. br I am laid on my back, br my arms pulled open wide. br The nails penetrate my palms. br I feel no pain, br my feet are then nailed, br and still there is no pain. br br The cross is hoisted up, br for all to see. br I look down at those, br all gathered there. br A spear bites my side, br but I do not die. br Stillness enshrouds everyone, br as silence falls all around. br br My fate is sealed, br but I will rise again. br Men will dine with me, br just one more time. br My name will be remembered, br for eons to come. br They will call me by many names, br because I am God’s son.