Saved From Hell
Why don't you just quit this nonsense
It's time to give up this very fight
He hung from that cross early morning
Until the bitter chill of the night
Strangers came by to see Him
None offered Him one bit of help
Torn, tattered and beaten
His God came to greet Him
Caressed Him and saved His Son from hell
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2025
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