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The leaders of His generation
would subsidize
the fraudulent bed of lies, 
leading to His demise.

He would be bruised 
for our iniquity,
for the transgressions 
committed by we, not He.

A holy righteous life, 
in servitude spent,
Yet they would shed the blood 
of this innocent.

A Man who would know suffering, 
well acquainted with pain,
His stripes that would heal, 
His loss, but our gain.

A Lamb would be led to slaughter, 
yet no sound would be heard,
no complaint, revenge, or defiance, 
not a single word.

A Man of mercy, 
always so loving and forgiving
would be brutally taken 
from this land of the living.

Yet there will be an end to His suffering, 
and to His strife.
He will see the glory of resurrection, 
into the light of new life.

He would pour out His life’s blood, 
yes, even unto death,
so that even our deathbed 
will not be our last breath.

For just as He would, 
we will arise in glory.
What better ending 
could there be to HisStory?

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