To speak when we're not spoken to

is not the Saviours way.

For He was mocked and spit upon

yet turned His face away.

 

They beat Him with an awful rod

upon a crown of thorns

and thus in turn He spoke no words

accepting all their scorn.

 

I know as Gods word tells me,

my sins were laid on Him

and so I must give Him my trust

and live my life for Him.

 

We do His will from day to day

our cross we carry still;

abide in His word, live for my Lord

and keep my tongue so still.

 

From the silence as He hung there

these simple words we hear,

"Father, please forgive them

for they know not what they do."

 

May our words be few and simple

as our Lord who showed His love

as He bowed His head and died for us

who now watches from above.

 

Lida Decker

October 1996