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ours are the hands who held his wrists
the crowd screaming to crucify
our sin the nails driven into his palms, his feet
We each carry a share, a piece, a lot
of the shame, the sin, the weight he carried
the price of redemption, by the law
meted out to one who was innocent
no fault found with him
But there he hung, on the nails of our sin
hanging on the cross, between criminals
whipped and beaten, mocked and spat upon
our humble savior, on our cross

March 21, 2008
Good Friday, 3/21/08
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

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