Who said I wasn’t there?
I was the dust that you threw in their eyes
I was the pillar that you leaned against
I was the mule that you rode upon
I was the tree that prostrated to you
Who said I wasn’t there?
I was the sandal underneath your feet
When they were hitting you with stones
I am the one who took you away from them
Then God sent the blessed shower of blood
So that it would be difficult to separate us
Who said I wasn’t there?
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