Lonely Hill
Walking up that lonely
hill, facing death with
no regret,bruised and
whipped from head to
toe,carrying the cross,
such a heavy load.
Betrayed by the one
that supped with him,
thirty pieces of silver,
and a kiss is where it began.
He knew from the start
what He had to do,
He knew His Commandment,
and He followed it through.
Thank you Lord from
the tomb you rose,giving
us a choice,which path we
should go, will it be heaven,
or will it be hell? He is a
gentleman,He won't make
us go against our own will.
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