Poetry

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I Cry

When I think of the way you suffered, I cry
Beaten so mercilessly then hung to die
A crown of thorns looked beautiful on you
Words scribed overhead, “King of the Jews”

When I think of the injustice done, I cry
Soldiers of fortune judged and tried
“Hail to Caesar!” was all they believed
Pilates seemed not to be so deceived.

When I see the scars in your hands, I cry
Your valiant courage, the look in your eyes
You took up your cross to a path you knew
Led to only to death, where they tortured you

When I think of the reason you died, I cry
For the unrighteous and souls such as I
How should it be you would do this for me?
You ransomed your life so mine would be free.

When I think of the day you arose, I cry
Souls rejoiced and hearts flamed afire
Tears came freely at a life reborn
Our King had returned, no longer in scorn

When I think of my own salvation, I cry
Only by your grace am I now alive
All that I am or ever could ever be
Comes from your brave heart’s mercy on me.

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