Indifference by G. A. Stoddard-Kennedy
When Jesus came to Golgotha, they hanged Him on a tree.
They drove great nails through hands and feet and made a Calvary.
Red were His wounds and deep, for these were crude and cruel days and human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham, they simply passed Him by;
They wouldn’t hurt a hair of Him. They only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender and they would not give Him pain.
They only passed on down the street and left Him . . . in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, “forgive them for they know not what they do”
and still it rained the winter rain that soaked Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see.
And Jesus crouched against the wall and cried . . . for Calvary.