Alan Neale

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“Indifference” – A Poem for Good Friday, written by Geoffrey Studdert-Kennedy.

Geoffrey Studdert-Kennedy was an English Anglican priest, he was born in 1883 and died in 1929. During World War I Kennedy served as an Army Chaplain and it was his custom to hand out Woodbine cigarettes along with spiritual aid for the injured and dying soliders – hence his nickname “Woodbine Willie”. Upon return to England after the war Kennedy was fueled with a desire to bring justice and righteousness to the workers of England.

Indifference
or
When Jesus Came to Golgotha

Geoffrey Studdert-Kennedy
(1883-1929)

Matthew 25:31-46

When Jesus came to Golgotha
They hanged Him on a tree,
They drove great nails through hands and feet,
And made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns;
Red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
And human flesh was cheap.

When Jesus came to Birmingham,
They simply passed Him by;
They never 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 just passed 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 drenched Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the streets
Without a soul to see;
And Jesus crouched against a wall
And cried for Calvary.

When Jesus came to Golgotha
They hanged Him on a tree,
They drove great nails through hands and feet,
And made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns;
Red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
And human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham,
They simply passed Him by;
They never 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 just passed 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 drenched Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the streets
Without a soul to see;
And Jesus crouched against a wall
And cried for Calvary.