When the work on the Cross was accomplished, blood formed a creek
Grace from the west flowed a thousand yards deep.
He stepped onto the midnight road, to subject Himself to four trials.
Before the rooster crowed twice, betrayed thrice was He.
Five hundred lashes tore every inch of His skin.
Two thieves at six feet high hanged beside him.
The sadness was greater than any had ever known;
Seven utterings, one completed task, ten thousand spirits weep.
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