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I can see Jesus carrying his cross all alone,
He took on our flesh so far from his rightful throne.
Disregarded his name
He embraced the cross
And its shame
To save the lost.

He’s the Son of God, carrying the sins of the world

I can see Jesus wearing a crown made of thorns,
In the anguish of death, feeling humanity’s scorn.
His Father’s will to obey
He died on the tree
To set us free
And show the way.

He’s the Son of God, healing all the pain of the world.

I can see Jesus crying to all “It is done,”
Creation’s redeemer, our Lord God’s victory won.
The offer is made
The price has been paid
To give us life
And end all strife.

He’s the Son of God, still reaching out to us today.
He’s the Son of God, still reaching out to us today.

So see through the pain
The means to true gain
For its true
He died for you.

He’s the Son of God, carrying the sins of the world.
Amen.

© 2006 Brian D. Russell (rev. 2010)

I can see Jesus carrying his cross all alone,
He took on our flesh so far from his rightful throne.
Disregarded his name
He embraced the cross
And its shame
To save the lost.

He’s the Son of God, carrying the sins of the world

I can see Jesus wearing a crown made of thorns,
In the anguish of death, feeling humanity’s scorn.
His Father’s will to obey
He died on the tree
To set us free
And show the way.

He’s the Son of God, healing all the pain of the world.

I can see Jesus crying to all “It is done,”
Creation’s redeemer, our Lord God’s victory won.
The offer is made
The price has been paid
To give us life
And end all strife.

He’s the Son of God, still reaching out to us today.
He’s the Son of God, still reaching out to us today.

So see through the pain
The means to all gain
For its true
He died for you.

He’s the Son of God, carrying the sins of the world.
Amen.

© 2006 Brian D. Russell

IF…..

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!

Read other poems by Kipling at the official Rudyard Kipling site.