> When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged Him on a tree,
> They drave 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 wintry 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.
Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy aka "Woodbine Willie"