November 4, 2011
Through My hands
Through My feet
Into My side, man thrusts
His pride and contempt

Blood spills
And in its place
Pours every sin
And all darkness

I cry out to My Father
He leaves Me for dead
Because this is His will
As it is Mine

Just before I am gone
I hear Him whisper
This innocent sacrifice
Will not be In vain

Then there is light
As the stone is removed
To reveal the salvation
Of my precious children

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