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LAST WORD, CAME NEW by Mide Benedict

And he survived not becausehe couldhuman he was toomade in form of fleshy toolto know, to feel, to see

Dumped with a kiss
by the one he loved
led to the wood
by the ones, be saved
ripped off and stripped
Naked his body was
showered upon him was
spittle! pain not little!
burden dropped upon his shoulder
weak he was, but strong
not that which dwelt in the body
but that burdened by love

And he survived not because
he could
human he was too
made in form of fleshy tool
to know, to feel, to see
to recognise, to be part, to behold
the challenges of man- so he could bare 
the doom man was then sure to share
and it dropped from his body, BLOOD OF REDEMPTION
just like man made to bow for his own pain
Upon that wood of sin
he still blessed, cured and saved; still gave peace
Yes! Still loved, upon the cross still loved
And taught what forgiveness was
He forgave man and forbade
the domination of Sin upon the face of the earth
Upon the cross
the last word dropped
the last word that made
our new word come.

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