Humbly on the path to the slaughter
He thread then, now and after
As an innocent victim in victory
He died to make death history
He bled to restore victory
A lamb so blameless
A being pure and spotless
So high in thought and action
Ha craved for mortals' perfection
He loved beyond conditions
The lamb though killed
Roared back as a lion freed
The price was His life
To grant us as bees a hive
That once and for life...
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