To change my face and hide behind another innocent fellow
Would be a pleasure, welcome and kind, if only it could be so.
The pain's a rack, tearing my soul, and only One can help me.
The other one, he cranks and claws, trying hard and winning.
His whips and lashings leave me raw, blood from my heart rains.
But through the pain He sends an angel, she released the chains.
For though my crime was against her, whose love I don't deserve,
She sets me free and works to prove the Love of the One she serves.
- to my loving wife
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