Picture ThisA Poem by GeniusSong on the cruifixtionyo his blood down pores
he wore the crown of thorns
and though he was worn down
he never shouted for the lord
the more the laughs and sqwacks
the smacks with rocks, 39 lashes he dragged the cross
his rob was bloody yet they snatched it off
while the crowd continued to laugh and guack
this is wat most can not see
the prophecy that said our God would be treated like unwanted property
thats the scripture
all i'm doing is providing the words to fit in your picture
my question now be son
why don't we hail the one that we nailed
he's the only reason we've prevailed
his holy life was givin up
still he does not live in us
this is wat you seem to be missing son
knowing that the key to life will always be the christ
i pray and hope some of yall can see tonight
© 2009 GeniusAuthor's Note
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