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What was done through the life he gave
A solemn promise to simply save
All the lost of his flock
Those that laugh and mock
That spit and scorn
And give a robe and crown of thorns
To their once hailed King
Whose robes they grasp and cling
They pull and tear
His blood soaked hair
And then there are those that look on with tears
Their faces marked with looks of fears
Yet through the crowd they continue on
With their hearts far from gone
And with cup in hand their intentions ring
A hope to stop and refresh the King
But on he stumbled
With not one word wasted or mumbled
Laboring on with a load he could barely shoulder
His steps strengthened by the words of his father
So on he went
His body torn and rent
Up the hill he humbly climbed
As angels in heaven joined and chimed
For in strength he climbed the hill
His mind set on an unpaid bill
Slipping on rocks and mud
Ground soon to be stained with blood
So on a tree he chose to pay
And gave us the means to come and stay
For on that tree he sat and hung
His last breathe all but sung
When he burst out his final pleas
A hope to see the hearts of all of these
With a final breathe his head lay to rest
Gone to prepare a place for his coming guests
But the Prince of Darkness took his prize
Not seeing the raging skies
So with the Son of Man’s life spent
The temple shook and veil rent
But in three days he rose again
Providing a place for weary men
Upon a road traveled by a single man
And through heavens spotless lamb
The wrath of God was fully met
And the reality of that day in stone was set
The cross the blood, the cries the pain
With the Father they all remain
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Christ-Centered Christianity 