Guarded and seized and suffered and shown the door
Beaten and bruised and bullied and knocked to the floor
Mocked and derided with passionate lies
Yet silent he's led and utters no cries
But even death could not hold him
Even death could not cage
The Church that he founded
To start the divinized age
And those shackles that held him, they set us free
That body so bloody that even crows looked away
Yet at his feet, the woman, standing so forlorn, still prayed
Even a Roman could plainly see
Here is our God
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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