He knew what loomed ahead
Death's sentence was His own
But in Him was no dread
With love He would atone
He would take upon Him death,
Pain, misery, and need
And feel for us with such depth
It would cause His sweat to bleed
Through each new passing day
They learned more of why He was born
He would open up the grave
And restore each spirit to form
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