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The Son of God, tattered and torn Was dragged before the Emperor Scarred and ridiculed, bombarded with stones Yet He uttered not a whimper No sin had He committed No laws had He ever broken The people denied Him, and chose a thief His fate sealed; the crowd had spoken With two thieves, He went to Calvary Isaiah’s prophecy fulfilled With dignity and serenity, our Saviour died As His precious blood was spilled The words of Jesus remain true today In a world so wicked and lost God, grant me the courage of our Saviour On my journey to the cross Kathleen McCoy Eldridge © March 7, 2019 All Rights Reserved share



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