“He saw the weight, the silent cost,
A world undone, a people lost.
Yet bore it all with steadfast grace,
Love written deep in sorrow’s face.

From wounded soul came mercy’s plea,
That many might be counted free.
Through pain, a purpose shining true—
Our debts were paid, our hearts made new.”

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