The son will never

Be greater

Than the father

Who gave him life

A heavy heart restores


And the son

Will only know

What the father


Darkness shrouds

The mysterious clouds


The father wept

Searching the Soul

To reconcile

In sacrifice atone


With nails in hand

The son climbed

Up the Tree

And hung from the limbs

Like a white flag of surrender

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wow, this poem
touched me ina way.