He bore the shame
and brought us fame
He hung on the cross
for all of us
By people so fierce
He was deeply pierced
On both sides
Like one who lied
He suffered ignominy
To salvage many
in trauma he wailed
For us that failed
At the ninth hour he cried
At the last minute he died
In Joseph’s tomb he lay
And got our price paid
He fought with Hell
To grant us bail
On the third day he rose
And the gate of hell closed
Written by: Gideon Arinze
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson