I saw Him nailed to the cross, bleeding
All I could do was just stand there, weeping
They poked and prodded Him to be sure
He was entirely still, barely a murmur
It was too much for me to see
I cried out to them, leave Him be
They ignored me with their vengeful cries
I ran up to Him and looked at his eyes
"How much do you love me, God? " I asked
"This much" He replied
With that, He stretched his arms and died.
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