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Wednesday, March 13, 2013


I led him, right there, to the final place
I saw his face
“Do this,” I prayed, so sure he heard
I saw his face
“Just show them Lord”
I saw his face and then he turned from me.

You told me Lord
Do what you must
You handed me the bread.
And now he’s dead.

I fling the blood-price on the floor
And wrap the noose about me, sure
I’ll see his face no more.
I saw his face.

My name be cursed
I saw his face
My shame be nursed
By every generation, every place
But in his face
I see only forgiveness and no blame
And I’m made free.

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