Poetry

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THE GRAND TOUR

THIS IS THE GRAND TOUR
BEHIND THE TEMPLE IT WILL START
FOLLOWING THE FOOTSTEPS OF JESUS
THE DAY HE GAVE HIS HEART

IN THIS DOOR IS A TORTURE CHAMBER
FROM IT THE CONDEMNED LEAVE OUT
HIS BODY ALL BLOODY FROM TORTURE
THIS IS WHERE JESUS WALKED OUT

ONTO A COBBLESTONE WALKWAY
HE MADE HIS EXIT OUT BACK
WITH SCRAPE MARKS ON THE STONES
IT IS EASY TO FOLLOW HIS TRACKS

THE PATH LED UP THIS HILL
GALGOTHA IS WHAT I'VE READ
HE CARRIED AN OLD RUGGED CROSS
WORE A BRIAR WREATH ON HIS HEAD

I COULD SEE WHERE IT WAS DROPPED
CAUSE THE CROSS HAD CRACKED THE STONE
I REFLECT ON HOW HE SUFFERED
HOW HE MUST HAVE FELT ALL ALONE

THE HILL OVER LOOKED THE CITY
IT WAS BARREN AND ALL DRY
A GLIMPSE GOT MY ATTENTION
AND TEARS THEN FILLED MY EYES

ON TOP THERE WAS THIS CROSS
HALF ROTTED AND HALF PETRIFIED
THIS CROSS STOOD IN THE MIDDLE
AND ON IT MY SAVIOUR HAD DIED

IN NEARBY WEEDS I FOUND A SIGN
I BRUSHED IT FOR SOME CLUES
ON IT WERE WORDS I KNOW
IT SAID " KING OF THE JEWS"

ABOUT THAT TIME I AWOKE
I BEGAN TO SUM UP THIS DREAM
THE UNDERSTANDING THAT I CAME TO
IS CORRECT BY WHAT IT SEEMS

THIS DREAM HAS THIS MEANING
AND THIS IS MY REVELATION
FOR LOVE STEPPED INTO GRACE
AND FROM IT WE HAVE SALVATION

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