The Path to Calgary

He taught with mirth and showered with love,
Preached to all about the one above,
Performed miracles, healing body and soul,
And pray to the Father, His name to extol.
But still, they would not listen!

He healed the leper, cured the blind,
All earthly possessions he left behind,
Forgave them all, both Sinner and Saint,
But still, they could not escape the taint
Of their collective sin from long ago.

He rode triumphantly through Jerusalem's gate,
And set in motion what was forever his fate,
He built a whip with a leather thong,
Upturned the carts, chastised the throng.
But they would not repent.

He prayed in the garden that his cup would pass,
But the Father told Him to show them at last,
So he carried the cross up Calgary Hill,
God's mission in mercy he had to fulfill.
And after he had arisen, some listened and believed,