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written at a trying time in my life |
| Jesus I wasn't there, When they nailed him to the tree. I didn't see the blood, Run down his face. I was blind to the truth, It took a long time for me to see. Jesus loved us, He died for you and me. Then I saw the crown of thorns, They placed upon his head I watched him die on the cross, They said he was dead. My eyes were opened, I saw the tears. Run down his momma's face. I'm sure he told his momma, I'll meet you at At my fathers place. @Mary E. Jarrell, Gullion 2008 |