Good Friday
“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”
The tears fell
Intermingled with the rain
The girl on her knees
Pain pouring
From her eyes
The thunder crashed
Lightning ripped across the sky
As the veil was torn
And the way became clear.
“Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble…”
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