Iwas a child when it happened.
He was a man from Galilee.
I heard Pontius Pilate judge Him-
Be crucified before all to see.
I saw, as a child, what happened.
The man was mocked that very day.
I saw Him flogged as He shouldered
A wood cross as He made His way.
I heard, as a child, His anguish
As His hands, feet were being nailed.
As a young child, I stood helpless-
I watched His heart being impaled.
It was not till I grew older
I realized a wrong was done.
This preacher was a holy man.
I do believe He was God's Son.
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