The Passion
everywhere people
shouting with palms all around -
hosanna o king
a week passed quickly
evil persons filled the streets -
murmurs of pure hate
kill now the traitor
he is not really god -
crucify him now
Pilate washed his hands
a pagan afraid of crowds -
the death sentence passed
Blood spluttered around
think thorns on his holy head -
nails pierced his body
taunts and vile insults
yet his heart forgave them all -
till he died in pain
yet soon three days passed
the father raised him from death -
suffering saved all
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