That thought hold
God like a slave
He was sold
God endured
Physical torment
God agonised
His flesh rent
God was stressed
Blood he sweat
God was impaled
To pay our debt
God was murdered
In his own blood drenched
God endured a broken
Heart sorely wrenched
God like a lamb
Meek and gentle
Enduring torture
Spiritual and mental
To whom will you turn
In your dark hour
Who else but the God who suffered
Our high tower
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