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<description>Category: Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Keywords: Poem,Life,Sacrifice,Christ,Innocent,Unjust,Yeshua,Death,Dream&lt;br /&gt;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,&lt;br /&gt;In a dream like a vision;&lt;br /&gt;Where we felt all the guilt, &lt;br /&gt;It wasn?t like said,&lt;br /&gt;There stood our mother in fear and dread,&lt;br /&gt;Watching her son as he bled to death.&lt;br /&gt;They stabbed us quite clean,&lt;br /&gt;Which really was mean, &lt;br /&gt;As they tortured and laughed;&lt;br /&gt;Blood and water came out like a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Our mother cried,&lt;br /&gt;As she watched her son die.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing inside we would be OK,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing from where we came,&lt;br /&gt;So knew it would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Yet now our mother we must watch,&lt;br /&gt;As she watches the final clock,&lt;br /&gt;Of her son she loved and bore;&lt;br /&gt;Who was worth so much more.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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