Poetry

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How did you do it, Jesus?
How did you stand the pain?
You must have seen it coming
through the pouring rain.
What was your crime, Jesus?
What were you guilty of?

The Son of Man was teaching us
the power of love,
He was only reaching us with
the power of love.

Your Mother, she was weeping
right there, on the hill.
Your Father,Jesus,
He was keeping perfectly still.
Pilate said;'Don't call me,
I'm not at your command',
How did you do it, Jesus?
No one lent you a hand!

You looked toward the robbers,
Upon a cross like you.
'We will meet in Heaven,
hear my words, they are true.
My Father sent me,
I am the sacrifice,
My Spirit's never ending here
in Paradise!"

As the ground was shaken
and the darkness returned
a million mirrors breaking
up the sins of the world.

How did you do it, Jesus?
How did you rise again?
Were crucified, yet,
You seek no one to blame.
How did you do it, Jesus?
How did you rise above?

The Son of Man was teaching us
the power of love,
He was only reaching us with
the power of love.

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