Looked On

It flowed down in rivers,
and the crowd looked on.
He dragged the timber,
and the crowd looked on.
His eyes were red,
His back was on fire,
He strained carrying the tree,
and the crowd looked on.
His thorns were tearing,
His robes were soaked,
His friends were sobbing,
and the crowd looked on.
He felt steel and pain.
He felt it tear flesh,
He spread out his arms,
and the crowds looked on.
He said, "It is finished."
He hung his head.
He bled and died,
as his mother looked on,
as his disciples looked on,
as his tormentors looked on,
as his Father looked on.
He went to hell
He took the keys of hell and death,
and He rose on day three.
and the tomb soldiers never saw,
but the angel looked on.
He will come back with a trumpet,
He come back on a white horse,
He will be King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords,
as the world looks on.