FROM THE CROSS As I gaze across the crowd and see their many tears, their thoughts do come as though aloud to voice their many fears. I have given my all and now am done my race is at it's end, my path so true and faithfully run to GOD my spirit I send. Help them know that when I'm dead the nights will close in fast, but let them not fear what lies ahead when my comforter appears at last. My mother stands before me crying her hopes are all but lost, as she gazes, her son is dying she hears 'IT IS FINISHED!', from the cross. Copyrighted by Willard Felix Rhodes Jr.
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