He Was Cold and All Alone
Vapors from His dying breath
The dark of night dragged on
All of the spectators had just left
He was cold, alone and numbed
He lifted His eyes to heaven
Hoping it'd be over soon..
But the chill of night
The stars so bright
He did not meet His doom
Father, can you hear Me?
This is Your begotten Son
The breath of Life
Then pierced the night..
Then with His Maker, He'd be soon
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