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Late one evening
While fast asleep
I dreamed of our Lord
And started to weep
For they called Him
The King of the Jews
He carried the cross
Barefoot, without any shoes
I saw Him nailed
To a wooden cross
While His mother Mary
Was weeping for her loss
Between two thieves
As He slowly died
Below the cross
Many cried
How could anyone
Be so blind
To crucify our Lord
Who was so kind
Before He died
He wasn't through
Said father, forgive them
They know not what they do
As I awoke
My eyes still wet
It haunts me still
To this day yet.
©2006 Ron Hall
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