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THE HANGING
I’ll hang upon the cross ‘til from My brow you take the crown of thorns. I’ll hang there ‘til the world and you are free of greed and hate and scorn. I won’t come down ‘til from your lips I hear the Holy Ghost’s commands And your love takes the spikes from in My feet and nails from in My hands. I’ll bear the pain and suffering pay the price you surely should have paid, Endure the crucifixion ‘til upon the cross your soul is laid. I’ll die a thousand deaths if you continue living filled with sin. A thousand times the stone will roll across the tomb and Me within I’ll rise again a thousand times each day, I’ll come as Easter morn And walk with you and call your name ‘til you believe and be reborn. I’ll send the Holy Ghost with fiery tongues and works to seek you out ‘Til every knee shall bow and every tongue My name, in praise, will shout I’ll go before the throne of God and ask My father grant you grace And my atonement offer so His love will all your sins erase. But ‘til the time when at the cross on Me your soul you humbly lay I’ll hang ‘upon the cross for you . . . .until the final judgment day. Poems by Ron Baron
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