Bloodied Cobblestones

Those stones had heard the children’s cries

Hosanna to the King

A donkey brought the Man of Peace

To hear Jerusalem sing.

But soon a dreaded whipping post

Placed on some others stones

Would hear the soldiers’ hateful jeers

And Mercy’s gasps and moans.

And blood would leave the Vessel pure

And pay sin’s awful cost.

A Mother wipes the crimson ground

To salvage what she’s lost.

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