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Christian Poem |
| Fashioned by the smithy's hands, And readied for our Lord The nails were driven into the flesh Of God's Son - the Living Word. The wood was stained with Jesus' blood As His weight the cross did bear, And blood and water flowed from His side Put there by the soldier's spear. Upon His head he wore a crown of thorns They whipped him till he bled, They thought they had the Victory They thought that He'd stay dead. But Jesus conquered death, hell, and the grave The day He rose, you see, He did it then and He'd do it again Just for you and me. |