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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One angel sent One promise made May all this pass As you have said. A voice echoes Prepare the way Repent, repent Heaven is near. O happy day Word becomes flesh And angels sing A song of hope. Mother and Child A holy night She rocks her lord In loving arms. Sawdust flying Carpenter's boy Does he yet know His foretold life? Then he is twelve Worried parents Where have you been? My father's house. And now he knows It's in his eyes The only man That knows his death. The blind man sees The deaf man hears O praise the lord Many believe. Crows are thinning Masks are lifting Abandon now Or stay, be saved. Wolf among sheep One amongst twelve Silver and gold Exchanged for life. Plots, betrayals One kiss of death A fallen ear Captured, at last. Take the coins back Thrown on the floor Agonized soul The price of guilt. I know him not I know him not I know him not A rooster crows. Whips burn on skin Blood an water Innocent man Nailed to a tree. A crown of thorns Digs into flesh Painted in blood "The Son of God." Tears and laughter One humbled man And before him, A world of sin. The world goes black Forsaken son A curtain rips Needed no more. Then it's over The deed is done Body hangs limp The blood has dried. Yet there is more On the third day His grave is bare Hell has freed him. A love so great A man so pure That even death Could bind him not. So praise the Lord Follow his light Truly he is The Son of God.
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