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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crucifixion [The Light of The World]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sunk a post into the ground<br>Where their leaders bade them stop;<br>It was a man’s height, and they spiked<br>A crosspiece to the top.<br>They bound it well with thongs of hide,<br>To make it firm and good;<br>Then roughly, with His back to this,<br>Their enemy they stood.<br>They held His hands upon the piece,<br>And they spiked them to the wood. <br>They mocked Him then—the while He rocked<br>In agony His head—<br>With things that He had never done,<br>And He had never said—<br>With that which He had never been—<br>And in His face they spat.<br>They placed a plank beside the post,<br>And they spiked His feet to that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pelted Him, but not with stones,<br>Lest He should die too soon;<br>They stayed to mock His agony<br>All through the blazing noon.<br>They did not pelt with stones, lest they<br>Might kill Him unaware,<br>But with foul things that lay about<br>The filthy hovels there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this was how they murdered Him<br>They killed Him in his youth<br>Because He had been good to men,<br>Because He told the truth,<br>Because they did not understand<br>The things He felt and knew:<br>He only said the world-old words,<br>“They know not what they do.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flaunting harlots taunted Him;<br>He only bowed His head,<br>And prayed for public women then,<br>While “Save Thyself!” they said.<br>They went with soldiers to the camp,<br>And the rest went by-and-bye,<br>When they were weary of the sport—<br>And they left Him there to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lingered yet, for He was strong,<br>But He shut His blighted eyes,<br>And shuddered oft, for round Him swarmed<br>The loathsome desert flies.<br>His throat was parched, His temples throbbed,<br>And when He drooped, the pain<br>That shot from all His wounds tenfold<br>Would draw Him up again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two thieves were nailed beside Him there—<br>They raved, their wounds they tore,<br>And though they both were stronger men,<br>They seemed to suffer more;<br>And while with agony great beads<br>Of sweat stood on His brow,<br>He’d comfort them in words like these:<br>“’Twill soon be ended now.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His friends had all deserted Him—<br>They fled in deadly fear<br>(As friends desert a friend to-day,<br>Afraid of jibe and sneer):<br>The same poor human nature now,<br>As it has ever been—<br>Small credit to be crucified<br>Beside a Nazarene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the people in the town<br>And the drunken soldiers slept,<br>From some mean huts that stood hard by<br>Three wretched women crept;<br>Like thieves, across the stony ground,<br>They came with stealthy tread,<br>And they had water in a gourd—<br>But they found that He was dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They brought some still more wretched men,<br>And O their hearts were good:<br>In terror, and with pains, they wrenched<br>The strong spikes from the wood;<br>They washed His body hurriedly,<br>For they had lives to save,<br>And they bore it off and hid it well,<br>Where none might find his grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His name is known where’er the foot<br>Of Christian man has trod.<br>They worship in cathedrals now,<br>They call Him Son of God.<br>They ask for aid in His dear name<br>When they suffer care and pain,<br>And if He came on earth to-day,<br>They’d murder Him again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Where their leaders bade them stop;
It was a man’s height, and they spiked
A crosspiece to the top.
They bound it well with thongs of hide,
To make it firm and good;
Then roughly, with His back to this,
Their ene..."></div>
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