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At this solemn time when we are gently reminded once against of what the Saviour did for us, I would like to share a poem to observe the season.
Youthful, loving, strong.
He did not seek the pain,
On His noble, godly brow.
With mangled, whip-lashed back
The one whose soul is pure
Our burdens, shame and guilt.
Whose bloodied, nail-ripped hands
Had healed, guided, taught,
Though wretched, heartsick, lost.
The cup He did not spurn,
Though mocked by maddened crowds
Weighed down by all our sins
Forgiving through it all.
From a splendid throne he rules
With power to set men free
From Satan's bonds so cruel
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Easter Blessings,
John Michael Domino