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Final Walk by louis gander © 2009 Now forty lashes - minus one The torture, anguish has begun. Thirty-nine lashes, horrid pain, I can't endure - but won't complain. A crown of thorns cut in so deep, Energy gone - I've got to sleep. But on my back, a timber placed - it weighs a ton, blood/sweat I taste. I feel the cross beside my face I cannot walk a faster pace. Skin rips open - each time I slip, so tighter I must keep my grip. Each step I take is harder still when trudging up this cruel hill. The slivers pierce me as I trod, both big and small - oh, help me God. Please give me strength for Heaven sakes for every muscle in me aches. With that huge cross along my back, My knees buckle - my legs go slack. Exhausted I can hardly crawl and then I drop it as I fall. My shoulder hurts - the pain intense. Everyone stares in awed suspense. I can't handle it any more yet next I know what is in store. My lungs hurt so, I've lost my breath, but give me strength before my death. Finally, at the top I rest - but now this cross, my final test. I love you all - am faithful still, right here on top of Calvary's hill. All the pain I've endured thus far cannot erase the sins that are. Sacrifice, death - wages of sin - demands the pain of the cross begin. |
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