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He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify" "crucify"... He could hear the hatred in their voices, These were his chosen people. He loved them, And they were going to crucify him. He was beaten, bleeding and weakened... his heart was broken, But still He walked He could see the crowd as he came from the palace. He knew each of the faces so well. He had created them.He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear, But now they were contorted with rage and anger...his heart broke, But still He walked. Was he scared? You and I would have been, so his humanness wouldHave mandated that he was. He felt alone. His disciplesHad left, denied, and even betrayed him. He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few. Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered And he knew that he would never be alone. He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spittingAt him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and he knewThat because of him, they would never be