RUSTY CROSS

Happy April and Happy Easter to the World. Although it's the 4th of April, but I couldn't say a happy new month without a little piece of poetry for you to chew on.

Here it goes, Enjoy.

I heard you talking about the rust

Yes the rust on the cross

Sounds cliché right?

It’s been more than 2 centuries already

Yet you still dwell on that clause?

What a shame

Or where is the gain?

Yes I question you?

It’s getting too old to be active

Are you contemplating that?

Hmmmm...

Look at you

Looking down on the sacrifice which made you whole

The hurt that saved your soul?

This power never lied

It’s efficacy never died

He was dead yet alive

Now no longer to die

For this our eternity is sure

A love undiluted and pure

For a man with no odds

Took our odds and died for all

This power never died

He lives forever.

Hallelujah.

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Atas said…

Nice one at Jazz'min you doing great.

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