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Condemned Condemned- beneath the gallows rope swinging in the wind once tender heart now fallow clear to all he “Sinned” but something must have happened his heart began to melt bravado began to slacken a brokenness he felt. He saw a shadow of the cross it cut him to the quick He saw his sinful soul was lost He began to grieve, sin-sick He felt the noose around his neck The trap door gave a groan suddenly order to “Stop” and “Check” ‘twas the Governor on the phone. “Release him,” said the Warden “Let the prisoner now go free.” With one word there came a Pardon So too when Jesus died for me. –id