They watched Him walk with judging eyes,
Whispered lies in sacred disguise.
Robes of law, but hearts of stone,
Afraid of light they'd never known.
They mocked His words, they tested breath,
Set traps of law and spoke of death.
Not with fists, but sharpened tongue,
They tried to break the Holy One.
"Who are You? " their voices rose,
Jealous hearts in perfect clothes.
Too proud to see what grace looked like,
They bullied truth instead of light.
But He stood calm before their storm,
No bitter word, no bitter form.
He answered hate with steady grace,
Never turning from His place.
They tried to silence, shame, and bind,
But heaven's truth could not be confined.
What they meant for hurt and wrong,
Became the world's redemption song.
And still today their shadows live
In every soul that won't forgive.
But truth still walks, and light still stays,
No bully holds eternal sway.
So let me live, and let me stand,
Not with revenge, but truth in hand.
Like Christ before their scornful breath —
Alive in love, untouched by death.
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