CAT OF NINE TAILS

A whip, with a distinctive sound,
When air whistles through the mesh,
Lashed across the Savior's skin,
Carving up His flesh.

Scourged not once, but thirty-nine times
Courtesy the cat tail strap.
Canals of blood lined his back
With every pain filled snap.

Through the streets Jesus dragged a cross,
Upon which His life would cease.
Crowds mocked, then spat upon,
This loving Man of Peace.

They bound His wrists to roughened wood,
Then placed a spike against His hand.
A hammer drove and sank it deep,
Blood squirting to the sand.

Two more spikes secured His body,
His cross was raised against the sky.
Completing a gruesome mission
Which was done for you and I.

B.G. Wetherby