| I nudged my way through the crowd,
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| | placed it into a hole in the ground,
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| I heard men and women shout aloud.
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| | There was a thump sound.
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| "Jesus!"
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| | His blood ran into His eyes;
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| I stretched my neck as I stood on my
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| | He looked up at the sky.
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| tiptoes.
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| | His utterance was with authority,
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| Another shout arose.
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| | Then He looked down at His mother, Mary.
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| "Which one will you choose?
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| | "It is finished," He said.
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| Barabbas, or Jesus, king of the Jews?"
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| | The next minute, He was dead.
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| The roar of Barabbas's name filled the
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| | A travailing of cries echoed in the air,
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| air,
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| | The soldiers gambled for His robe without
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| As the badly beaten Jesus stood there.
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| | a care.
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| The Roman soldiers took Him away,
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| | I pushed my way through.
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| The man called Jesus had nothing to say.
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| | A man stopped me and asked, "Are you a
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| At the site where He was crucified,
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| | Jew?"
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| His followers hung their heads and cried.
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| | I pulled away, and said,
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| The long, steel nail was placed on His
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| | "Please, please, I have to see, this man
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| wrist,
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| | who died on Calvary!"
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| As the soldier drove it in, His hand
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| | I looked upon Him, so frail and drawn,
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| clinched into a fist.
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| | I whispered, "Is He really gone?"
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| A tall man blocked my view,
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| | I heard a small voice say within me, "I
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| As the crowd pushed their way through.
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| | gave my life for you, so that you might
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| The soldiers hoist the large cross, and
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| | be free.
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