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| The wooden cross you carried and tossed The crown of thorns made more of your blood be lost You gave your life as a sacrifice of love You were sent to us from the father above As you took in the pain of the nails in your feet and hands To cleanse us with your blood was what God demands Dying on the cross in hopes to save Then coming back up from the grave The bible says you will come back one day Maybe then people will act in a more holy way |
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