for you MY child

Would you take a journey with me
  a journey that is bitter-sweet
close your eyes, now picture the end
  of a long and narrow street.
There is a hill with people gathered round.
  A man upon a cross is what you've found.
His feet are pierced through with a spike
         His body ripped
    His hands by nails secure.
His head a crown of thorns surround,
    within His eyes a glorious message said
            " for you My child
          I hang here in your stead "