I met a ragged man
Who walked a crooked mile
Though he was stooped, and weary
I thought I caught a smile
He was walking down the lane
All bloody and beat down
On His head a band of thorns
Encircled as a crown
I asked Him, 'Why so cheerful,
When you know a dreadful end? '
He beamed a smile right back at me,
'It's all for you my friend'.
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12: 2 (KJV)
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