Down the Via Dolorosa
In [bad word] that day
The soldiers tried to clear the narrow street
But the crowd pressed in to see
The Man condemned to die on Calvary.

He was bleeding from a beating,
There were stripes upon His back.
And He wore a crown of thorns upon His head;
And He bore with every step
The scorn of those who cried out for His death.

Down the Via Dolorosa,
Called "the way of suffering",
Like a lamb came the Messiah
Christ the King,
But He chose to walk that road
Out of His love for you and me…
Down the Via Dolorosa all the way
To Calvary…

The blood that would cleanse
The souls of all men
Made its way through the heart
Of [bad word]