Oh, how He was mistreated
From the day He came to earth
The keeper at the inn
Had no mercy on His birth
But rather, they sent Him to the stable
Where only a bed of hay
Was set before His parents
For that precious babe to lay
Now ole' Herod the King
Heard of this wonderful birth
Got angry enough to kill Him
To keep Him from this earth
But God had sent His son
And here, He would stay a while,
No matter how much they abused Him
He would fulfill the duties of the Christ child
He was beat 'til the blood flowed down
And many stripes He bore
Someone was always seeking
A way to destroy our Lord
They thought for sure they had Him
When he was nailed to the cross
Too dumb to realize
That this was surely no loss
It only gave Him more power
As God had intended it to
With victory o'er the grave
And freedom for me and you
He had taken the nails in His hands
And also the spear in His side
But not a complaint was heard
He said "Father forgive them"
'THEN HE GAVE UP THE GHOST AND DIED'
I asked Jesus
"Lord, how much do you love me?"
He spread His arms out wide, and died
