They hated him after he gave all for them...they slapped him with thorns ... they laughed at him..they called him king as a joke..
But it is no joke - we that follow him with loyalty and truth, like the ones that have bleed and died for this land to be free.. they look at us they slap lables on us...crazy...killer...freak...but there is one that knows how it hurts... and he is forever there with us.
As we where there when a call came, we scream out at night in memories that can never leave, and he answers...rest here my child..he will not for sake us like the place we have served has turned against us, this is what you need take this it will make it better..and their hands are empty, but he holds up all we ever need.
He holds on to us when the world wants us to disapre like we never where...
Never helped them because now they have to help us, with the memories , with the pain...but God will never leave us, he is loyal even to death. Thank you.Father.
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