a bleeding corspe struggled up an unforgiving hill
two sticks on his back
humiliated, broken, pesevering only my will
he continues on this desperate road
a path he threads which leads to death
yet he boldly carries on
the load he carries, unmeasurable
the iniquities of a dying world
my own bare hands, nailed him to the cross
my voice in the crowd rang out mocking
and yet he took it all
the sin and shame
for a wretched scoffer like me
even then i rebel,
give in to my carnal nature
drawn to my misery, i forsake joy
yet he hangs with arms outstretched
bleeding for my redemption
such love, such grace, such beauty
potrayed in a murial painted with blood
a blood ransom so costly,
the proof of love
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