So christ died

February 15, 2015

Do you wish to die unduly?

How do you feel of thinking death,

not only thinking death, but the

scratches, scrunches, the crinkles

and wrinkles?

We have wished to live and to love

but no ears to listen, that coming,

when screams; Save me! Save me.

Then we forget all of our pledges.

But he never failed, that we seek,

bruises of whips and bleeding thorns

as we stood in a distance, cried and

withheld promises like never made.

He was tired, that tree, and he said;

Forgive them father, because they

are innocent.

So painfully and faithfully, died he

and was the act of hope, Christ died.

But mind you, he lives, living for you

and I, and that voice;

Come unto me, all ye that labour and

are heavy laden, and I will give you

rest.. and of that, Christ died.

Stigo de poet

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