Poem: The Man On The Tree - Poem by Marc Mate
Then I asked the Roman gaurd,
'Who's the man hanging on the tree? '
'The king of the Jews, a citizen of Galilee'
'A king? Is that a crown of thorns I see? '
'Yes! though I didnt hear of such a decree'
'But how did this come to be? '
'It just as much baffles me! '
Then I heard a voice,
'His death sets you free! '
'All this! At what fee? '
'None! So do not that great salvation flee! '
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