Written by Ken Carman
Every day
I walk his walk
I hear the screams
Though no one’s there
Crosses tower
Shaded by the shadows
Of the condemned
Though Calvary is bare
I have seen
Where his children have gone
And I am afraid
Centuries spin
Through rivers of sin
Oceans
Of spent human blood
Even a murderer like me
Sees
We murder him
Again and again
We can wash
But hands
Will never come clean
Before God
Humanity should fear itself
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Ken Carman
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