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One Man

One Man


One Man, kneeling
alone in the night
blood and sweat mix
outflowing in fright.
Kneeling, praying
prone on the grass
“From My lips, Father,
let this cup pass.”

One Man, standing
scorned, flogged, and beat.
Harsh words still echo
there in the heat
“He is no king,”
He heard them cry.
“Give us Barabbas!
and Him CRUCIFY!!”

One Man, hanging
dying with thieves.
Of the thousands who followed
for Him, who grieves?
Friends watch at a distance
afraid to go near
their whole worlds are shattered
their hearts filled with fear.

One Man lived and died
in a rich grave was laid.
For His blood was shed
that our debt be paid.
But death could not hold Him
resurrected He stands.
To him who is weary
outstretched are His hands.
In Christ there is rest
a requiem from strife.
To him who believes
He will grant eternal life.


by Ryan Corbi

Used with Permission

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