Jesus, the man

 I died for others, 
suffered, healed, lived, 
I could not heal myself
while bleeding on the cross.
Why did you reject me? 
I was Jesus of Nazareth, 
man, God. 
The man who suffered, rose, and disappeared, 
and who so many have claimed to be 
after me, 
but I did not reappear, 
I was human.

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