INDIFFERENCE
When Jesus came to Golgotha
they hanged Him on a tree,
They drove great nails through hands and feet,
and made a Calvary;
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns,
red were Hid wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
the human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham,
they simply passed Him by,
They never hurt a hair of Him,
they only let Him die;
For men had grown more tender,
and they would not give Him pain,
They only passed down the street,
and left Him in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, “Forgive them,
for they know not what they do,”
And still it rained the winter rain
that drenched Him through and through;
The crowds went home and left the streets
without a soul to see,
And Jesus crouched against a wall
and cried for Calvary.
- G. A. Studdert-Kennedy -
