The beloved English cleric, Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy, wrote a poem, titled The Unutterable Beauty, which makes appropriate hearing on Good Friday:

When Jesus came to Golgotha, they hanged him to a tree;
They drove great nails in hands and feet and made a Calvary.
They placed on him 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 wintry rain that drenched him through and through.
The crowds went hom…