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A long walk down a dusty road.

A burden so heavy, can one man bear the load?

The crowds gathering to jeer and to jest.

Some on the outside, grief fills their chest.





The burden is dropped into the ground.

The man to it nailed, hammering the only sound.

A crown of thorns is placed on His head.

Vinegar sponge to his lips, dying for me instead.





The men will gamble, tearing his robe for the prize.

The devil has blinded, they've believed his lies.

The man will be buried in a rich followers tomb.

Mary stands crying, "This man came from my womb!"





Angels stand guard waiting to announce victory,

The Son of God risen! Completes the promised story.

His sacrifice paid, blood shed on my behalf.

My spirit forgiven, with God forever ...  we laugh!