The Irony of The Cross
On that wretched day the soldiers mocked him
Ruckus laughter in the barracks room
“Hail the King!”, they sneered while spitting on him.
Brutal beatings on this day of doom
Though his crown was thorn but he was born a king
Holy brilliance bathed in bleeding loss
All the soldiers blind to this stunning theme
Jesus reigning from a bloody cross

Awful weakness marks the battered God-man
Far too broken now to heist the beam
Soldiers stripped him bare and pound the nails in
Watched him hanging on the cruel tree
God's own temples' down, he has been destroyed
Death's remains are left in rock and sod
But the temple rises in God's wise ploy
Our great temple is the Son of God

Here's the one who said he cares for others
One who said he came to save the lost
How can we believe that he saves others
When he cannot get off that bloody cross
“Let him save himself!”
“Let him come down now!”
Savage jeering at the king's disgrace
But by hanging there is precisely how
Christ saves others as the king of grace

Draped in darkness, utterly rejected
Crying, “Why have you forsaken me!”
Jesus bore God's wrath alone
Dejected, wept the bitterest tears instead of me

The mockers cry
“He has lost his trust,
He's defeated by hypocrisy”
But with faith's resolve
Jesus knows he must do God's will
And swallow death for me

(Don Carson - The Ironies of the Cross, Matt 27:27-50)