Marching to Easter



This March we’ll march beside him
To the cross and to the grave.
This March he’ll march beside us
And he’ll save.
Then every gain is loss
If set beside him
And every Ides is tossed
Among the brave.
“Et tu Brute” said Caesar
And to Peter
And to me
My savior dies beside me
Yet again.

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