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The Last Station of The Cross.

The nails pierced the flesh,

Struck the wood

With a resounding thud,

As the crowd watched.

The Cross was raised

And He hung there,

His head bowed.

Looking at last up to heaven

He shouted to God,

“Father forgive them,

They know not what they have done”.

As these words rose from his lips

All the sins of the world were lifted

Into a darkness

That covered the world.

The head bowed once more,

Saying “It is finished”,

Jesus died for us.

 “Surely this man

Was the son of God”?

Said the stranger,

Standing before the Cross.

The Cross that means so much

To you,

To me,

To the world.