That One Over There
That one piece of wood, over o on that one hill,can lift a dieing man,
up to laugh again.
That one piece of wood, over on that one hill,
can take our blackened hearts,
and bleach them white as new fallen snow.
That one piece of wood, over on that one hill,
can redeem the guilty,
like me and you.
That one piece of wood, over on that one hill,
saved my life, and possibly your,
all with the confession that it can.
That one piece of wood, over on that one hill,
is the cross.
That one man,
On that one cross,
Over on that one hill,
saved my life.
Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-01-03 at 22:52
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