In Jerusalem's shadow, on a hill so high,
Beneath the azure canvas of the sky,
A lone figure, bearing the weight of sin,
Upon a cross, where life and death begin.

His hands, once gentle, now nailed to wood,
His brow, with thorns, a cruel crown of blood.
In agony, he cries out to the skies,
As darkness falls, and sorrow fills the eyes.

Yet in this moment, a profound grace,
A sacrifice to redeem the human race.
For in his suffering, love's purest flame,
To cleanse our souls, and bear our shame.

The earth trembles, the heavens weep,
As the Son of Man is laid to sleep.
But from the grave, a promise unfurled,
Of redemption, of hope for the world.

So let us remember, with hearts contrite,
The sacrifice made on that fateful night.
For in his death, we find our rebirth,
The greatest story ever told on Earth.