Crimson Lane

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He stopped blood red, at the Intersection of Crimson Lane.

He wanted left.

He could have left.

He could fight.

But He chose Right.

Not My will, but Thine, He said.

I’ll climb this hill

I’ll face this cross

I’ll bleed, I’ll die

But Father, please, don’t leave My side.

But hanging there, it seemed... His Father lied,

My God, My God why hast thou forsaken Me?

He cried.


Alone and scared,

Day went to night…

Into Thy hands I commit My Spirit

He died.



He left, but not far.

Hell’s gates to jar

Then, He did fight

The enemy of Light



And for what?

For who?

For me,

for you.



He won. He returned. He said

I AM with you always.

He could have chose left…But He chose Right.

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