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Apr 2020
Let’s take a moment and really think about this man.
He came here as a mortal with just one plan.
With grace and valor, he came here to die.
How many of us would do that, how many would even try?

As a mortal man he shared all of our fears.
He knew exactly what he was in for, but still chose to come down here.
Imagine his pain, the ridicule and torture.
This was the right hand of God, Man’s true enforcer.

With dignity and honor, he took every lash.
Each thorn on the crown, every ****** ****.
They spat in his face disrespected by us all.
He still carried that cross, for us he stood tall.

He stood face to face with the darkest parts of the human soul.
To defend, love and save all of us was his only goal.
When life brings destruction, chaos, death and loss.
I just think of this man who hung up there on that cross.
Mark Koplin
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Mark Koplin  49/M/North Dakota USA
(49/M/North Dakota USA)   
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