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Array ( [sid] => 67315 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => When I Cried [time] => 2004-10-13 20:03:40 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My mind was blank,
(for once... yes)
as I lay watching the screen.

We all sat silently,
waiting for what was so special
No one knew

His picture showed up,
a song was played
As the nails were hit into his hands.

Watching the pain,
that the actor portrayed,
made me think what He had to go through.

Taking the sins and pain
of us all,
I couldn't do that,
Could you?

Pure voices were singing,
Mine joined in too,
Singing the hymns that we learned

Singing of Christ,
of his strength
of his love,
for all of us living on this earth.

The voices sang stronger
Through the still of the night
Some broke into sobs as we sang.

Who knows all that
he had to go through for us.
That night, that time, that life.

My sobs joined the others
in a whole new song
soaking my shirt as i cried.

I'll never forget,
the love that i felt
as His arms wrapped around me that night.

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When I Cried

Contributed by humboldthunny17 on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 08:03:40 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

My mind was blank,
(for once... yes)
as I lay watching the screen.

We all sat silently,
waiting for what was so special
No one knew

His picture showed up,
a song was played
As the nails were hit into his hands.

Watching the pain,
that the actor portrayed,
made me think what He had to go through.

Taking the sins and pain
of us all,
I couldn't do that,
Could you?

Pure voices were singing,
Mine joined in too,
Singing the hymns that we learned

Singing of Christ,
of his strength
of his love,
for all of us living on this earth.

The voices sang stronger
Through the still of the night
Some broke into sobs as we sang.

Who knows all that
he had to go through for us.
That night, that time, that life.

My sobs joined the others
in a whole new song
soaking my shirt as i cried.

I'll never forget,
the love that i felt
as His arms wrapped around me that night.

Copyright © humboldthunny17 ... [ 2004-10-13 20:03:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: When I Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by humboldthunny17 on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 08:07:15 PM AEST
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I forgot to write this before, but this night, I was at a camp.
After campfire, the girls were separated and placed to go on a hike (it was pitch black).
The hike was nice, but at the end, we came to a large, open space.
At that place, we were told to sit down and wait. So I did.
The slide started, as I said, and when it ended, there was NO SOUND. A few voices broke out in a song, and as over 100 girls sang along, we cried

Re: When I Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by emocutie07 on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 08:16:35 PM AEST
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...An amazing write...brought tears to my eyes.. can't quite find the words...but I Just wanted to thank you for sharing your beautiful experience with the us, really made me think...

Re: When I Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 08:24:39 PM AEST
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This is beautiful. It's hard to imagine that Jesus died for us. Thank you for sharing what happened that night at camp. Wonderul poem.

Spazzo

Re: When I Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by eyesxcriedxout1989 on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 09:03:13 PM AEST
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Wow that was almost like watching the Passion of The Christ all over again...beautiful

Re: When I Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 10:57:59 PM AEST
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Jesus the original hippie! I'm not religious but do believe a really humble cool guy named Jesus walked this earth years ago. It sucks what other human beings did to him. Some humans seem so cruel and I'll never begin to understand it.

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