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Hard to bear     and heart breaking,
The bitter sight     of the shining One,
Broken in body     still bold of spirit.
Spite driven nails    gnaw the wrists,
Brow torn open by     hard twisted thorns.
Our glorious King     crippled on the cross,
In open naked shame     ordeal nerve shredding.
The wounded heart     wrung out by hate,
Still lavishing forth     love's pure force.
Voices spitting scorn,     savage fists shook,
As the crowd rage     in great crazed hate,
Before His mother's     grief flooded face.
The eyes close     only ease and cease
Of bone grating pain,     now passed and gone,
As His breath falters     and fades soft away.
The crowd scatters,     silence clears the hill,
Disciples in sorrow,     decriers still scornful.
His blessed body taken     down by humble hands
And placed in the     hollow peace of
The garden tomb.     Three days gone,
The seal set,     soldiers stand in watch.
Now shook hard,     hearts shrink and seize,
As the bright bearer     steps down burning,
To roll the heavy stone,      hard hewn, away.
Even the angel light     is eclipsed as
He stands forth to      bring the shining birth
Of the waiting world's     ever reigning hope.

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