POEM FOR GOOD Friday
}HE DIED ON THE CROSS > make book}
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' He Died On The Cross
For my sins he was condemned today
And they mocked and made him pay
Into his hands and feet they naile
Then on a cross he was impaled.
The soldier was impatient for my lord to die
They heard the last words he cried
'Father forgive them.' He sighed
Bowed his head and died.
The Centurion thrust the spear into his side
Blood and water flowed and he called
'The King has dead #
A splash of blood sprayed on to his head.
A feeling of sadness came over him
Then the skies began to dim
The world was saved from sin.