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