They nailed him
to the cross.
He died for us,
for all our sins,
his father sacrificed
his son,
to whitewash man.
Yes, it is hard
to fathom this.
And, do you know
of any man
who would,
with true conviction,
do noble deeds
like Jesus did,
just for his fellow man?
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