ECCE HOMO

John 19:4, 5

Pilate speaks:

I find no fault in him at all,No stain of sin, no touch of blame;Your callous laws ordain his thrall,Your greed of power demands his shame.With mocking thorns upon his head,With purple robes of agony,My stripes of pity on him laid,Behold the man you will not free!I wash my hands, I turn away—My puppet will dare not denyThe power that binds me to your swayAnd blindly cries to crucify.

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