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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good Friday, A.D. 33</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, why are people crowding now and staring?<br>Child, it is a malefactor goes to His doom,<br>To the high hill of Calvary He's faring,<br>And the people pressing and pushing to make room<br>Lest they miss the sight to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the poor malefactor, heavy is His load!<br>Now He falls beneath it and they goad Him on.<br>Sure the road to Calvary's a steep up-hill road --<br>Is there none to help Him with His Cross -- not one?<br>Must He bear it all alone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a country boy with business in the city,<br>Smelling of the cattle's breath and the sweet hay;<br>Now they bid him lift the Cross, so they have some pity:<br>Child, they fear the malefactor dies on the way<br>And robs them of their play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has He no friends then, no father nor mother,<br>None to wipe the sweat away nor pity His fate?<br>There's a woman weeping and there's none to soothe her:<br>Child, it is well the seducer expiate<br>His crimes that are so great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, did I dream He once bent above me,<br>This poor seducer with the thorn-crowned head,<br>His hands on my hair and His eyes seemed to love me?<br>Suffer little children to come to Me, He said --<br>His hair, his brows drip red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hurrying through Jerusalem on business or pleasure<br>People hardly pause to see Him go to His death<br>Whom they held five days ago more than a King's treasure,<br>Shouting Hosannas, flinging many a wreath<br>For this Jesus of Nazareth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q>
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Child, it is a malefactor goes to His doom,
To the high hill of Calvary He's faring,
And the people pressing and pushing to make room
Lest they miss the sight to come.

Oh, the poor malefactor, heav..."></div>
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