Stations of the Cross
David Tryggestad
Jesus is Condemned to
Death
Our Lord they brought to Pilate’s
seat, for justice to deny.
“Why bring you him who knows no sin?”
They clamored, “Crucify!
He claims to be the Longed-for-One;
the charge is blasphemy!”
And Pilate washed his hands of
guilt; it lives in you and me.
Jesus Takes Up His
Cross
Our sorrows, woes, the weight of
sin: our cross our Lord did bear;
His crown of thorns his flesh did
tear, that crown our scorn to wear.
Through jeering crowds, through
wagging tongues, he struggled to endure
Our hate, disdain, our willful pride;
’tis we who ought despair.
The Cross is Laid on
Simon of Cyrene
His name was Simon of Cyrene, a
passerby that day;
Compelled to bear his cross and
shame, the soldiers to obey.
Dear Simon, with his load you bore,
yet sweet his love to share,
So, too, are we our cross to bear,
to follow in his way.
Jesus Meets the Women
of Jerusalem
Among the ones who followed there were
women weeping sore,
And wailing, beating on their breasts,
in grief their children bore.
“Dear daughters of Jerusalem, so do not weep for me.
Weep for yourselves, your children,
too, and think on me no more.”
Jesus is Stripped of His
Garments
They led him then to Golgotha, and there they stripped him stark,
His wounds emblazoned by those cords,
still bleeding, scored their mark.
Yet with those stripes by those who
smite it is that we are healed;
In naked, bare humility, so thus to
death embark.
Jesus is Nailed to the
Cross
His hands that healed, his hands
that held the children of the world,
Those hands were pierced with brutal
steel, while curses cruel were hurled.
Those feet that walked in peace and
joy, they, too, were splayed by spite.
Yet with those hands God’s love
unfurled, heav’n’s blessings ’round him whirled.
Jesus Dies with His
Mother and the Beloved Disciple at His Cross
He saw his mother from his cross while
hanging there above,
And with her his disciple blessed,
the one whom he had loved.
“Here is your mother; here your
son!” His death ends enmity,
That all might be embraced in him,
that none might be unloved.
Jesus is Laid in the
Tomb
How can it be, it cannot be that our
dear Lord should die!
Yet our Lord dear did come to heal
and our redemption buy.
So, open wide, cold earth, hard rock,
our Savior to devour.
And blesséd Jesus, find your rest, in
your dark tomb now lie.
David Tryggestad
March 8, 2013
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Written for the tune Stations of the Cross
David Tryggestad
March 7, 2013
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