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Pilate Video

March 27, 2020

That King of the Jews had something.
A light. A peace. A trust.
Even beaten to a pulp he radiated beauty,
He seemed more a man then than I’ll ever be.
Authority from above he claimed.
From above but flowing from within.
What is truth? I had mocked him.
But he was unfazed.
“My kingdom is not of this world.
I have come into the world to bear witness to the truth.
Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice.”
His voice rang with truth.
How I wish I could hear it again?
Would I hear the truth if I heard him?
Did I do the right thing?