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No Greater Love Then He Who Is Stripped named of my clothes Crown of thorns adorns my head A large wooden cross Laid across my shoulder Weighing me down Causing me to fall Yet, my journey travels on With a heart heavy filled Each step of the way I travel on Nearing the hill of Calvary The weight is lifted My cross now lies before me Soldiers surround me Holding me down Nails secure my hands and feet Raised, I am To be left in the hot sun Torment fills my soul Abba, Abba Father, Father Fills the still air Tears fall from My mother's eyes Sword pierces my side My blood falls to the ground Forgive them Father For what they do With one last sigh And my last breath My soul is free For all to live again. There is no Greater Love Then He Who Is. |
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punctuation is left out deliberately.
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