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the memories of His tears

the memories of His embrace

the memories of days spent in His sweet presence

days of joy

days of hope


I once did know

run away

run far away

I will

from the memories

I run

I run hard

and in the distance I see

I approach something


Bloodstained hands and feet and face

you’d think I wouldn’t recognize Him

beaten and bruised

I see that He was

a crown of thorns

pierces His brow

beaten was this face

once expressive with compassion and mercy

upon a Cross He hangs

upon a Cross He hangs

His words echo

I fall to my knees

I bow my head

I weep

and as the tears fall

I realize

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