This the old part old part of Jerusalem. Perhaps Jesus
walked this very street.
When he entered the city in triumph on Palm Sunday, he knew
that before the week was out, His wounded body would hang on
a cross.
A WOUNDED BODY
A wounded boy...
Is hard to bear.
A wounded body...
With no one to care.
I wounded body...
Filled with pain.
A wounded body...
Jesus, by name.
A wounded body...
Reviled and betrayed.
A wounded body...
Alone and unafraid.
A wounded body...
To atone for my sin.
A wounded body...
Jesus, my Friend!
Freda Fullerton
March 20, 2016
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