Dianna Pryor Simpson
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Called by many The Path of Tears so very far away
Where paved with stones Jesus walked on that fateful day
Upon His back bent with pain and His face so grim
He bore a cross which was hewn from the mighty dogwood limbs People lined The Path of Tears standing on either side
Along with His precious mother, in anguish as she cried
He was so pure and holy that as he walked on by them
A woman ill was quickly healed who barely brushed His hem Yes forward up The Path of Tears to Calvary's hill he trudged
Where he was brutally crucified and then He died for us
The third ...