In the garden, penumbra deep,
A heart so heavy, it could not sleep.
Betrayed by those He came to save,
A love so pure, it could not cave.
Upon the cross, His arms spread wide,
In our place, crucified.
The nails of heartbreak held Him there,
A burden of sorrow, too great for us to bear.
For every tear, for every sin,
He bore...
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