Poetry

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His face was strained, His body drained

As HE hung there on the cross

HIS eyes were fixed towards heaven, and remained

As if looking, for something that was lost

His anguish bored into my heart, as I knew, HE had

Been wronged

For mercy and grace, As I beheld His face

HE looked as if HE was....GODS SON

Some people mocked, as some were shocked

Saying surely, HE will save Himself

But HE just hung, HIS body numb

From the torture, HE'D been dealt

The sky grew dark, The winds got harsh

It was if, the very earth, had knew

When HE said forgive, FATHER forgive

For they know not what they do

Then with one last breath, This is what HE said

Loud enough for most to hear it

And I nearly choked, At the words HE spoke

Into THY hands, I commit My spirit

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