Who Are They? - Poem by Richard Merrell
Who reviled Him at the Tree?
They, knew not Messiah was He.
Who heaps upon Him scorn?
They, that were never born.
Who laughs at the accursed sight?
They, that dwell in darkest night.
Who cast lots for the Saviour's robe?
They, that nailed Him to the Rood.
Do you not love Yeshua, nay?
Then you must be, one of They.
1 John 4: 19
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