This is a personal favourite

The Old Market Square
by Ted Edwards

They arrested a man last night in the park
He'd been to a party, his friends they were there
But they dragged him away down the road in the dark
And took him on down to the Old Market Square

First to the Town Hall where the trial was done
They put him before Corporation and Mayor
When they asked who he was he said , "I'm the Lord's Son"
So they ordered him out to the Old Market Square

And just as the postman ws doing his rounds
The paper boy whistling with never a care

They were stripping him naked , his hands tightly bound
They were whipping that man in the Old Market Square

The workers were rushing , the bus coming in
The sleepy conductor collecting the fare
But above all the bustle, the roar and the din
Came a hammering sound from the Old Market Square

Then a voice filled with sadness , cried out deep in pain
"Father! Forgive them! They are not aware!"
And I turned up my collar against the cold rain
As a quietness came to the Old Market Square

It's the same every morning , when truth is unfurled
He calls out to me "FOLLOW ME - IF YOU DARE!"
But it takes all the love - and the faith in the world
To follow that man in the Old Market Square