Vision of a Cross

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Broken hearts, broken dreams,

Disciples lost among the screams.

The blood he lost, the thorns he wore,

Reflecting life he had no more.

This Friday Black, yet oh so good,

A sacrifice, misunderstood.

A darkened sky, a Holy man’s cry,

We all know he had to die.

A veil to tear, top to bottom,

This man’s truth, never forgotten.

I cry my tears, for a perfect loss,

Because that day Jesus, died on the cross.

 

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