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bread of life
© 2008,
Ryan Dale
The stones cry out
as your blood stains the dust
You stumble on and on down the final road
Every breath you take is a cry to stop
to turn from this path You have chosen
The sun beats down upon your wounded head
Wicked words rain down all around
Yet silence you keep as
you give all else
Your life for a world in
darkness
Before the world was made
You knew the day would
come
The day You laid down Your life
Before You breathed life into me
You laid down Your life for the world
The grasses fade and
blow in the wind
Your bones ache, and the
dust is bitter
You lay down Your life,
and they pierce your hands
They raise You high, and
all eyes are on You
John 6:32-58; 15:13
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