At 33 .
To Cavalry
On that Friday
He made his way
Gentle and meek.
Weak on his feet
He fell.
He walked.
He fell.
He talked.
He fell again.
He was in pain.
Three times he fell.
He was unwell.
His blood was lost.
Upon the cross.
Not diminished.
His walk finished.
At Cavalry. A final plea.
For sinful men.
Please forgive them.
Father he said.
Then he was dead .

 

 

By Paul McCann

Originally Posted On Site: 2008-03-17 01:52:07
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