CALVARY HILL
Two were killed that day
One on top of Calvary hill
The other on a tree
At the bottom of the dell.
The first became the King of Heaven
The second passed into Hell.
To one we pray to save our soul
The other we pray never to meet
Even when we are done and old.
Yet if this tale be true
The second one is easily met
In our broken world’s encircling net
The second his face we have to seek
Hidden in the crowds of the meek.
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