What he did

Once there was a Man
traveling on foot
Together with his friends
And everything was good

But He saw his friends dying
So He took their disease
Never said so though
Died in their place, but not with ease

Still His work was not done
He rose from the grave for us
Asked the King for mercy on us
A path is what He did pave

Now we can go to the King as well
Now we can all be free
No past mistakes upon our soul
Thanks to His unending plea