Poetry

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Jerusalem, a city of old,
A donkey he rode upon,
A prophecy he fulfilled.

Judgment was on him,
Before a court of Gentiles,
He was not guilty.

Carrying the burden,
Sin of all mankind,
Burden upon his backside

The wooden cross above,
Nails into hands,
His own life for man.

A cross he died upon,
A grave he rose from,
Sin he always overcomes.

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