The Stranger
        by Ali McKee  (alisonmckenzie@Writing.Com)
I was walkin'
down the road
when a Stranger passed me by;
Beat and bruised,
and crowned with thorns
with a pierced and bleeding side.

He walked that road for me...
He took my sins and set me free...
He walked that road for me...

Strangers pressing
in on Him,
surrounding on all sides.
Could this really
be the One:
the Savior from on high?

Some were crying,
some were cheering,
on the crowded streets.
"Father forgive them
for they know not
Who it is they beat!"

No grave nor death,
nor boulder large,
could keep Him down for long.
He is Jesus,
Son of God!
To Him I do belong!

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