The Abused.
He walked on the waters,he walked on the lands.
He died with the cross on his back and the nails in his hands.
The crown was made of thorn,his clothes were all ripped and torn.
The lashes on his back were so deep and so sore,but with a tear
in his eye,he realized what he was living for.
Copyright © Ronnie Shafer Jr. | Year Posted 2005
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