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Throughout the land, was heard the call
A gentle man, could save us all
His words were known, both far and near,
Truth he’d shown, so far sincere.
A forum as to interface,
We traveled to a market place
To hear the words he had to say,
And enter in this Passion Play
The streets were filled with enterprise,
With merchants, beggars, leper cries.
We pushed past people, carts and then,
Some trumpets blow, the play begins
Surrounded by a muddled crowd
Stood a man in tattered shroud
His hands upon a blind man laid
Speaking words of debts now paid.
“Your Father God is now with you,
“For I have come to make things new”
Then horses came and people ran
Off he went this gentle man.
The word that traveled through the street
Was how they nailed his hands and feet
They put a thorned wreath on his head,
And on a cross, till he was dead.
A sudden cry, “He has arisen!”
Someone had a holy vision!
God has taken him a far
Then we left and got in our car.
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