When he prayed in the garden it was us that he did see, knowing that he had to die so we could be set free. When he stood before the people and they shouted, "Put him on the cross" He could have called ten thousand angels but he knew that we were lost. When they stripped him of his robe and beat him to the ground, he could have called his angels, but he chose not to make a sound. For it was his love so great, yes his love for us that made him stay right there. For he knew it was a must as he walked up that road with each end every step he could have used his power but it was his love that kept him moving towards that hill where he knew that he would bare our sins upon his chest. Oh how greatly he does care, the nails, they were driven into his feet and hands for it was the only way to complete a mighty plan there in the middle of two thieves they placed his cross, what did he see that day. He seen how we were lost, he could have called his angels and they would have come indeed but it was us that he knew who would be in great need. Our sins, there have been many yes many in our day, yet he payed them in full, because he choose to stay upon that cross he won our battle to the end, upon that cross he bearded all of the sins all the sins of those who are covered in his blood yes he carried that cross for us. all because he loves us.
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