The Dying Man on A Hill
I was traveling by a hill
On the outskirts of the City
There, I heard a dying Man cry to me.
"Thirst I for my loved
But gone is she far off
Dos't thou know whither he went
Canst thou bring him hither?"
I raised my head an saw,
A Man crucified upon a Cross.
His tears flowing down the cheeks,
His Body Fully torn,
With all the Blood shed,
He was out fully worn.
I asked whom He sought.
"Thy soul thy soul my love."
When I cried asked who He be!
Replied the Man,
"Jesus on Calvary"
I wept, I mourned , I lamented for this Man's painful destiny.
Woe that from His face I didst flee
Living Waters leaving,
Putrid waters to drink.
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