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Just as pure as pure could be,
Came a man from Galilee.
Words as plain as His cloak,
Captivating all ears to which He spoke.
His holy feet walked upon sinful sand
Clotting the wounds of a desensitized land.
Spreading the word which He was delivering,
Son of a carpenter, a Heavenly King.
Feeding all morsels from His righteous plate,
One course, sole purpose, solidified fate.
Betrayed by His own, a nation of fools.
Who chose to live life by their own set of rules.
Beaten, paraded, blood marking a course.
Crowds spat upon Him, without remorse.
Nailed to a cross for all to see
Hung the Man from Galilee.
B. G. Wetherby
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