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[sid] => 169365
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My son Jesus
[time] => 2011-12-16 18:47:36
[hometext] => This poem is about the last days of Jesus' life and is written as if Merry (Jesus' mother) is saying it.
[bodytext] => My son I knew I raised him well, I knew I raised him right, but my son Jesus wasn’t safe tonight. They took him by force, They took him away, They put him somewhere else to stay. Even if I tried, I couldn’t hold back the tears I cried, It was determined he would be crucified. They beat him with sticks, They whipped him with whips, They put on his head a crown of thorns with sharp tips. He hung on the cross, He burned in the heat, He was nailed in place by his hands and feet. He was put in a tomb, He was sure to be dead, Three days later it was true what John said. We saw the holes in his hands, He said he was going home to his father in heaven, He promised to come back for the final revelation. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 111 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Leelu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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