No Greater King
At the night of the Passover he said; one of you will betray me, to this day my knees still tremble; because if I knew my would be killer he'd be dead before me you see, all the power within me I'd assemble. Questions linger in my head, what type of a king lays down his life for people that may never even accept him? It baffles me you see…
Dragged to his crucifixion; without even a fair trial,
Nothing even closer to a conviction; but he was still subjected to exile.
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