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Category: Poetry<br />Keywords: Poem,Life,Sacrifice,Christ,Innocent,Unjust,Yeshua,Death,Dream<br />Summary : A dream I had about Yeshua death, where I was witnessed his death with his eyes, it hurt more of my mothers feelings for her sons death; expressed as a poem.You see we saw how it felt,<br />In a dream like a vision;<br />Where we felt all the guilt, <br />It wasn?t like said,<br />There stood our mother in fear and dread,<br />Watching her son as he bled to death.<br />They stabbed us quite clean,<br />Which really was mean, <br />As they tortured and laughed;<br />Blood and water came out like a bath.<br />Our mother cried,<br />As she watched her son die.<br />Knowing inside we would be OK,<br />Knowing from where we came,<br />So knew it would be the same.<br />Yet now our mother we must watch,<br />As she watches the final clock,<br />Of her son she loved and bore;<br />Who was worth so much more.<br />