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Who Put You There? by Ronald Shultz © 1976 My Lord, Who put you there; Nailed between the earth and air? Who caused you blood to flow so free Upon the ground from that man-made tree? Upon your head is a thorny crown. Why do you not plead to be let down? Lord, answer me, I really care! Tell me, Lord, who put you there? Now I know why you did not fight! My eyes now see Thy Holy Light! O Son of God, Thy blood did spill To pay in full sin's costly bill! The cross is the road that You have paved So a sinner might be saved! My God and Saviour, I finally see Who put you there was really me! |
 This poem was a finalist in the November 2005 poetry contest |