Poetry by Duane H.H. Lyon I know my sweet redeemer is alive For he gave all he had to give He gave himself, all of him for all of us Holy God executed a perfect plan, for totally wicked man How the crowds cheered Jesus entering Jerusalem A few days later the throngs jeered, nails and a cross for him Along the Via Dolorosa he walked a lonely path of pain Would the world remain the same? Sold for...