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It was you oh Lord Who felt the pain The likes of which I could never endure, For this vessel is weak And I would certainly fail Of this, I can be sure. For you alone Were meant to suffer For a sinful world to see, Oh what compassion You must have felt To give your life for me. So as I close my tearful eyes The Holy Spirit carries me away, To that passionate moment In our world’s history To see what transpired that day. I see throngs of people All lined up Along an ancient cobbled road, And in the distance There comes a beleaguered man Carrying a heavy load. He is hurried along by Roman soldiers Who taunt him with their swords, And it is obvious to see, Who this tormented man is, It is my beloved Lord. For he is battered and bruised Far beyond the capacity That we humans were meant to endure, And it was the pain in his eyes That made me realize, How strong his love was and how pure. His muscles now burned with intense pain As if pierced with a sharp hot dagger Yet, he continued on with determination But now, with a marked stagger. That which was great beads of sweat Was now blood that freely flowed Down his face As he came nearer to the place Where he would pay the price That we sinners owed. He was nearing the point Of total exhaustion As blood streamed down his face, The result of a painful crown of thorns Placed there with intent to disgrace. He no longer heard the jeering crowds Or the foul insults they delivered, And bravely continued his agonizing journey On swollen bloodied legs that quivered. He hung his head low To avoid the rays Of the intense afternoon sun, And struggled on As he heard his father’s voice, “Your nearly there son, it’s almost done.” As the procession reached the hill Known then as Golgotha And now known as Calvary, I could hear her shrilled cry It was our Lord’s mother, Mary Calling out an impassioned mother’s plea. Then for reasons unknown This vision fast-forwarded To the moment When our lord gave up the ghost, And perhaps the point was plain that, “True sacrifice involves pain and, It’s His death on the cross That we should remember the most.”

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A Walk To Remember

It was you oh Lord Who felt the pain The likes of which I could never endure, For this vessel is weak And I would certainly fail Of this, I can be sure. For you alone Were meant to suffer For a sinful world to see, Oh what compassion You must have felt To give your life for me. So as I close my tearful eyes The Holy Spirit carries me away, To that passionate moment In our world’s history To see what transpired that day. I see throngs of people All lined up Along an ancient cobbled road, And in the distance There comes a beleaguered man Carrying a heavy load. He is hurried along by Roman soldiers Who taunt him with their swords, And it is obvious to see, Who this tormented man is, It is my beloved Lord. For he is battered and bruised Far beyond the capacity That we humans were meant to endure, And it was the pain in his eyes That made me realize, How strong his love was and how pure. His muscles now burned with intense pain As if pierced with a sharp hot dagger Yet, he continued on with determination But now, with a marked stagger. That which was great beads of sweat Was now blood that freely flowed Down his face As he came nearer to the place Where he would pay the price That we sinners owed. He was nearing the point Of total exhaustion As blood streamed down his face, The result of a painful crown of thorns Placed there with intent to disgrace. He no longer heard the jeering crowds Or the foul insults they delivered, And bravely continued his agonizing journey On swollen bloodied legs that quivered. He hung his head low To avoid the rays Of the intense afternoon sun, And struggled on As he heard his father’s voice, “Your nearly there son, it’s almost done.” As the procession reached the hill Known then as Golgotha And now known as Calvary, I could hear her shrilled cry It was our Lord’s mother, Mary Calling out an impassioned mother’s plea. Then for reasons unknown This vision fast-forwarded To the moment When our lord gave up the ghost, And perhaps the point was plain that, “True sacrifice involves pain and, It’s His death on the cross That we should remember the most.”