Jesus walked on to Calvary,
resolute, raw with pain,
walked that road in his staggering suffering,
lashed by the crowd's disdain.

Many, many the Calvaries
killing the voice for peace,
those who bleed for the sake of God's righteousness,
victims of power's caprice.

Still there walk all the innocent,
prisoners of Pilate's play,
terror, torture, injustice's instruments,
darkening worlds today.

Many, many the company
following, ages long,
those wh o die in the name of God's promises,
souls who make weakness strong.

God, forgive all our faithlessness,
all we might do and say,
God, redeem all our silence and apathy,
laid at the Cross this Day.