Once I stopped to think about
How my life would turn out
And in stopping I saw the man
Who shined like light and held out his hand
For once he hung upon a cross
While Romans and Jews spears did toss
And impaled he was left to die
His mother fair Mary did cry
Here came John with love in eye
And how Saint John did cry
When up upon the cross hung him
And iron impaled his every limb
There alone sat my lord
And spoke him simple word
“Forgive them for the know not what they do”
And with that his life was through
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