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"The Wooden Cross"
"The Wooden Cross"
Late one evening
While fast asleep
I dreamed of our lord
And started to weep
For they called him
The king of the Jews
He carried the cross, barefoot
His feet all bruised
I saw him nailed
To a wooden cross
While his mother Mary
Wept for her loss
Between two thieves
He slowly died
Below the cross
Many cried
How could anyone
Be so blind
To crucify our lord
Who was so kind
Before he died
He wasn't through
Said father, forgive them
They know not what they do
As I awoke
My eyes still wet
It haunts me still
To this day yet.
Copyright 2006 Ron Hall
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