The Stoning of Stephen (Book of Acts)
Oh the years without a creed
With stone in hand to hurt and bleed
I thought no Saviour did I need
Twas the same thought aimed at Stephen
Each day began with crowds and fears
Conditioned hatred, screams and tears
With stones in hand I marched up near
Twas the same thought aimed at Stephen
And with fear, in thought and mind,
Other people did I bind
With rage and anger to mankind
Twas the…
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