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The darkest clouds ever 
... overshadowing sight never before seen
Ominous high noon weather
shuddered the souls witnessing
		the 
	      death 
		 of 
     the King of kings
It was a festive occasion for the wicked
that Son-less day — 
a Roman execution was underway
Three wooden crosses 
were fastened to the sky
And the howling of the darkening air
changed the joyous atmosphere to fear
The wicked were taking pleasure
in their vote count  
They were pleased with the final tally ... 
a murderer being released
in exchange for 
		the 
		life 
		 of 
    the Prince of Peace
The Conqueror of Sin now hanging on a cross,
dying the death: 
Crucifixion — 
so unimaginably painful
Roman capital punishment
was lethal lingering torture
But for the evildoer viewers, it was a short-lived savor 
For the black clouds had blotted the sun,
plunging the sky into total darkness
Heaven wept that day, 
without shedding a teardrop from the sky
Heaven cried that day,
blood tears of the Lamb of God 
Sanctifying water soaked the ground
Cleansing the Resurrection plots,
that one day 
would be opened by the trumpet sound
Heaven wept 
funeral tears for us,
wearing a shrouded veil of darkness 
Hiding anguished Holy eyes,

		 for 
		 the 
	Father could not 
		look 
		upon 
		 the 
		Son


As the King of kings Messiah savior blood 
dripped 
            down 
            	    the cross 
from a 
          thorny 
	            crown

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