On the Via Dolorosa (Narrative)

We are on the Via Dolorosa the way of

The way of the Cross having just left the Praetorium

Where Christ, where Pilate said to Christ I washed my hands off the matter

And turned him over to the people and

Told them to do what they would with him

There's no traffic here the streets's very narrow

Little children playing along the

Street the street's about ten feet wide

You see the third station of the Cross

Where Christ almost fell under the weight of the Cross

He's kneeling and then the fourth station of the Cross on that

Over 40-50 feet farther toward Calvary

Where His mother came up to Him and said my Son what's happened

And He is kneeling under the heavy weight of the Cross too

Continuing on now toward Calvary from the fourth station of the Cross

We left the Praetorium where Christ

Was sentenced and where he was turned over

To the Jewish people and they were offered Barabbas and they said

No give us Christ we'll crucify him

Following along the stations of the Cross passing station number five

And it said at this point that

Simon a Cyrenean coming out of the country

On him they laid the Cross that he might bear that for Jesus

And they continued on the way of the Cross, it's okay

They continued on the way of the Cross as we are now leaving

Place number five toward Calvary it's a long long way from here

You can see standing here between station number five and number six

200 yards at least up the steps toward Calvary's hill

All along it's a very narrow street ten or twelve feet wide

Shops on each side little children playing old men and women

Carrying their bread dressed in their long robes

Just as they did 2000 years ago

The music here in the background is a

Radio playing is that an Arab station?

Still continuing up the way of the Cross toward Calvary

The voices you hear in the background are

Pilgrims from all over the world

All along the Via Dolorosa here there

Are beggars (I suppose mostly Arab beggars)

Pass station number ten continuing on

To Calvary they are all along the way

They say that they are all blind

They say that the reason there are so many blind along

This part of the country is because of the dust

Everywhere the wind is blowing and the dust is flying

And of course there are germs in the dust that diseases their eyes

Dust itself puts them out

On the ward Calvert Calvary there is another beggar sittin' along the way

All kinds of shops pilgrims continuing on the same way that we're going

Now closer to Calvary the way really gets crowded

It's still the same very narrow street though