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Jesus, Crucified
The blood that flowed on Calvary Was freely shed, just for me. I nailed one of His hands to the tree I helped to arrest Him in Gethsemane. I sat with Peter around the flame-- When questioned, I denied His name. I stood with the soldiers in Pilate's hall We laughed and mocked Him, one and all. "This man is innocent," Pilate said. But we roared, "Crucify!! We want Him dead!" "Give us Barabas, we'll let him go free. But we want Jesus, nailed to a tree!" "He's yours," siad Pilate as he washed his hands. "Do as you will with the Son of Man." We took Him out and stripped Him down Whipped His back, till blood stained the ground. We marched Him up Golgotha's hill Spit, beat, and slapped Hinm at will. I put the first of the nails in His hands, Yes, I crucified The Son of Man. He hung on the cross that whole long day, And while He suffered, I heard Him pray; "Father forgive them, they don't have a clue. They only do what they have to do." I wasn't really there, I'm sure you know, Yet my every sin, struck another blow. He bled. He suffered. Then He died-- For my sins, He was crucified. I'm sorry Jesus for my sin I humbly ask you to take me in. The blood that flowed on Calvary Was freely shed just for me. Feb 28/18 D H Loewen
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