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Mar 2013
The hands that cared for the sick and the blind
   were pierced on a cross
The hip that bent down every time it saw a beggar
   was punctured with a spear
The eyes that wept each time He saw someone in pain
    was bloodshot with pain and suffering on the cross
The legs that raced to help someone when they were in agony,
    was now nailed on the cross and made immobile
The voice that smoothened a fevered brow
    was now a voice crying out in desperation to His father from the cross
The head that was always thinking about sinners like me
    was now bearing a crown of thorns
The power that turned water into wine for all
     was now pleading for water, but was given a bitter gall
The heart that gave love without discrimination
     stopped to beat to save you and me from eternal condemnation!
Written by
Anand Isaac  Chennai
(Chennai)   
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