Will you return to that place
See Him die again in your eyes?
You heard the clang of hammer, spike
The air was thick with cries of pain
You saw that nails that bound Him
to that tree that ripped Him from this world
Will you return to that place?
Can you look upon His grave clothes-
Anoint His body—the Teacher you admired
and see Him die again in your eyes?
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