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Four arrows eclipse a dreadful day
when man's bold hatred would have its way
and One would die, without fault or sin
while demons danced, expecting to win.

Two arrows point to bloody, pierced hands
stretched wide to embrace all native lands
to bind them tightly within His grasp,
linking all brothers, present and past.

One arrow points to a thorny crown,
tilting His head to an humble bow
as the transformation has begun,
mortal to immortal, man to Son.

One arrow points to imprisoned feet,
surrendered by love, betrayal's grief,
transporting the streams of cleansing blood
to drown all sins in the pool below.

As far as south to north, west to east
unyielding prophecies were released.
Born to die, certain to rise again,
salvation's Prince liberates all men.

The cross, our spirits' testimony
masked our shame, voided our misery,
ushered in new life, our victory:
united with God, eternally!

Ephesians 2:15b-16 [NIV]
His purpose was to create in Himself one new man out of the two,
thus making peace, and in this one body to reconcile both of them
to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility.

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