Poetry

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Us sinful man what have we done,we betrayed the
most innocent one,on the crucifix we see,the SON OF GOD,did die for all of we,spat upon,belied,
denied and wracked with pain,no other living man
can say,my pain's so awful take it away,that's what the SON OF MAN did not say,with whips,thorns,
nails and wood,GOD'S HUMILITY'S GOOD,was his and alway's is,in a world no ending,or indeed begining
until man himself started sinning,two masters we
then cannot serve,only one a yes with verve,can
GOD PRESERVE,our sins forgiven,the dead now living,
resurrection on the very third day,THE LORD SHOWED
MANKIND ,he is the way,to all who pray,forgivness
only that,GOD CAN SAY,on any day,here at home,or
miles away.
Joe.

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