Poetry Corner for April 20, 2014
The anguish on His face;
Nails that held His hands in place;
A crown of thorns placed on His head,
Blood flowed like tears as He bled.
The woman weeping for her son;
His life on Earth to soon be done;
The world turned dark as night at noon;
His life would pass, much too soon.
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