SOUND
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Shhhhhhhh!
Do you here that?
I hear something.
Do you?
What is that,
that I hear?
You are sure you don't hear it?
That's odd it is as loud as
a baby's wail,
a train.

Ohhhhhhhh!
I know what that sound is,
the sound of a whip cracking over
a back.
The sound of crowds yelling
"Crucify"
The sound of punching.
The sound of mocking.
The sound of a tree being dragged
along the ground,
falling on someone.
Then I hear the sound of nails,
driving through the flesh.

This is more then a sound.
It is many sounds for the same
purpose.
For hanging our sins on a cross,
with Jesus.
For Jesus paying the price of our,
debt with his blood

It is the sound of fogivness.

The Reason for the
sound
The poems
Written By:
Mike Roliick
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