The Volunteer

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Beaten, Bruised, Half Dead

The Blood Gushing

From His Tattered Body

Skin covered with

Thick Slashed Scratches

He no longer looks like a Man

The Thick Wounds of Exposed Flesh

Crusted over with Dust and Sand

Walking, Stumbling, then Falling

Once again, He’s Slowly Dying

Carrying a Heavy Load

The Sins of the World, all upon Him

The Fresh Stripes from the Whip

Fried in the Hot Sun

His body Ached from Pain

As the Thorns pierced His Scalp

Why did He Volunteer for this?

Because He Loves You

“ Father Forgive Them”

He Cried and Died.





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