The Last Stand
"The last stand was made here
Where life drained the hills
The last stand was made here
Where many were killed
The last stand was the last
Though he did not stand
He was hung on a cross
With nails in his hands
The last stand was made here
Where the spear peirced his side
But back in three days
With kindness in his eyes
He held no hate
He spoke with grace
Father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
God's son,his treasure,his gem
Yet he died for me and you."
This poem is about:
Our world