A Poem – from Bob McQueen
ON THE ROAD TO CALVARY
On the road to Calvary, O how the memory chills
Visitors and pilgrims joined shepherds from the hills.
Peddlars with their camels and donkeys with their loads
Jostled down the highway, that’s called the Calvary Road.
On the road to Calvary, at slow, unhurried pace
Moved a long procession from out the market place.
Legionnaires and soldiers, with sharpened spear and goad
Cleared the crowded pavement, that’s called the Calvary Road.
On the road to Calvary, the Son of God fell down
Bent beneath the suffering of cross and thorny crown.
Close beside the Saviour, the humble Simon strode
Servant of the Master, along the Calvary road.