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The great tribulation of Jesus Christ as a son of man on
Earth and a son of God in heaven. The prophesy of 
God fulfill on the cross. The debt of sins paid by the 
Blood of Jesus Christ, image of a man.  
The infinite God of the universe came down from heaven to
The debt of the world. He gives justice to the sins of 
The sinners to save the whole world. He suffered and died, 
Buried and raised from the dead. His death guarantees 
Forgiveness and eternal life. God became visible and 
Intelligible to us. “ Oh come let us adore him Christ our 
Savoir and Lord “. He makes things beautiful,
According to his mercy He saved us. The nail pierced 
Hands of Christ reveal the love filled heart of God.

He carry the sins of the world on the cross, He punished by 
Men beaten and sorrowful, every single stroke of various 
Object use to beat Him causing a lot of His severe pain, 
Wounded and painted body with blood. 
The anxiety of the body is given in to emotion by pain.
The man put the hard substance forming a crown to 
His head that makes Him feel uncomfortable. 
The blood comes out to His head running 
Down to His eyes through His face freely. 
The anxiety of His body, muscle and vein broken and 
Damage, so merciful! On the rough road way 
He walks carry the cross beaten many times repeatedly, 
The men laughing again and again and spatted him. 
So strong pain, deep, through His senses image of a man.

On the cross, His hands and feet nailed, trembling His 
Whole body deeply pain, the blood flowing every beaten 
Stroke force of the hammer to His soft part of the body 
Through His muscle and vein wounded. The bloods carry on
Struggling pain coming here and then to His flesh. 
His breath fades away. An awful suffering of Jesus Christ, 
His uttermost being, whispering to His spirit to go on, 
Saying, “Father, why you just forsaken me... forgive them for
They didn't know nothing“, in your hands, I offer my spirit. 
The word became flesh, we victorious because of His cruel
Dying on the cross. Hosanna in the highest! Praising you 
Oh God in heaven and on earth. 

The heaven open and the angels of God ascending and 
Descending upon the son of the father in all His deity.

©Jocelyn Dunbar
2 April 2004
12: 30 PM

(My tears freely flowing down while I am writing this poem long time ago)
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