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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The ‘Yaga’ on the Mount</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nailed and screwed on hands and legs, <br>Maimed and marred far beyond repair, <br>Cut and bruised out of shape, <br>Stripped and peeled, so bare to shock, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, there lies a man! The Son of God, <br>On a cross erected on the summit of the Mount, <br>Brutally suspended between Earth and Sky, <br>Stationed amid thieves on either side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He slipped and slithered under the yoke of weight, <br>And tottered the rugged route to Calvary, <br>Scourged and flogged all along, <br>He bore the cross with none to help.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never complained nor cursed but suffered the pangs, <br>Never whined nor moaned, but drained the cup, <br>Through His death, mankind was to be redeemed, <br>By His precious blood, their infirmities to be cleansed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was for our sins that He lay down His life, <br>It was our misdeeds that made Him bleed, <br>It was for our lust that He was painfully stripped, <br>It was our arrogance that bent Him so low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None could gauge the agony he endured, <br>No man, ever performed such a daring deed, <br>To liberate mankind, the Lamb was slain, <br>To lead his Flock, He walked in front.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Love your enemy’ was the mantra He recited, <br> What He preached, He relentlessly practised, <br>While writhing in pain, He prayed for His foes, <br>Pleaded with his Father, to spare the wrath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wrongly accused, never said He, a word, <br>Unruffled remained He, on painfully betrayed, <br>Too hard it was to be deserted by those He loved, <br>Too sore it was to be treated so very rude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born in a manger in an alien land, <br>Born so poor, to parents of humble means, <br>Deprived of even the lowliest of means, <br>His life, a bitter paradox – King of Kings! <br>The Son of Man came seeking the missing sheep, <br>He builds from where everything is wrecked, <br>Rejoice in Him, for He is our Lord! <br>Adore and worship, He deserves to be praised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace was what He promised the world, <br>Grace was what He gifted to all, <br>Look up to the Cross, when trials confront, <br>And cast your burden at His feet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</a><div class=q>
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Maimed and marred far beyond repair, 
Cut and bruised out of shape, 
Stripped and peeled, so bare to shock, 

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On a cross erected on the summit of the Mount, 
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