The Battlefield Called Calvary

A soldier worn and battle torn
stood gazing upon the scene
He wondered why an innocent must die
on this battlefield called Calvary

War was raging round about
demons danced and shouted with glee
The captain of salvation bled
as he hung from a rugged tree

He is said to be some sort of king
No one listened as he cried aloud
He had no golden crown, just thorns
He hung naked before the crowd

Yet this battle torn soldier could not break away
as the Captain looked into his eyes
He saw no guilt upon this man
No self pity in His cries

Many battles this soldier had fought
But this was a war of a different kind
His armor was pierced and his heart was torn
As he gazed into the hole in the Captains side

The war torn soldier fell to his knees
before this blood stained cross
He felt his burdened lifted
instead of feeling despair and loss

The Captain cried Father Forgive them
for they know not what they do
But this battle torn soldier understood
just as the Veil was torn in two

He arose to his feet and smote his chest
His grief to much to bear
Inside he heard the Captains voice
Saying, my son I'll greet you there

The war torn soldier gathered himself
and walked away silently and unafraid
For he had met the Lamb of God
His sin has been washed away

A soldier worn and battle torn
turned once more to face the Nazarene
Grateful He found life, among the death
on the battlefield called Calvary....