BOUND AND BROKEN
In a chapel, in the half-light, almost forgotten,
There is a carving of our Lord, bound and broken.
His face is marked by suffering at His rejection
By those He came to save, at God's direction.
A crown of thorns is on His head, a mark of shame.
Tears flow for those He met who wouldn't own His name.
He knelt to beg His father "Take this cup away"
But agony of mind and body filled the day.
Man of sorrows, bound and tried for sins not His,
Showing in this sculpture what true suffering is.
Pilgrims over many years have come to see
The statue in the corner and have touched His knees.
The knees of Jesus gleaming in the Chapel's gloom
Did not bring thoughts of Jesus in a tomb.
I touched His knee, it spoke of our redemption,
The hope of heaven for all believers in His resurrection.
What was the sculptor's aim centuries ago?
Merely to show us Jesus' suffering, who can know?
But God, through others' hands has changed our Saviour's pain
And shown the way from death to eternal life again.“
In a chapel, in the half-light, almost forgotten,
There is a carving of our Lord, bound and broken.
His face is marked by suffering at His rejection
By those He came to save, at God's direction.
A crown of thorns is on His head, a mark of shame.
Tears flow for those He met who wouldn't own His name.
He knelt to beg His father "Take this cup away"
But agony of mind and body filled the day.
Man of sorrows, bound and tried for sins not His,
Showing in this sculpture what true suffering is.
Pilgrims over many years have come to see
The statue in the corner and have touched His knees.
The knees of Jesus gleaming in the Chapel's gloom
Did not bring thoughts of Jesus in a tomb.
I touched His knee, it spoke of our redemption,
The hope of heaven for all believers in His resurrection.
What was the sculptor's aim centuries ago?
Merely to show us Jesus' suffering, who can know?
But God, through others' hands has changed our Saviour's pain
And shown the way from death to eternal life again.“