Don't you remember
that nails in His hands?
The thorns on His brow?
The blood in the sand?
Jesus Christ, crucified,
Retaliation not a choice,
unconditionally loving, even His haters,
'Father, forgive them' was all He voiced.
Three days later Christ arose,
forgiving me and you,
freeing us from sin,
dying is what He chose to do.
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