When he took his last breath and said
Father, forgive them, for they don’t know
What they are doing.
As they danced with joy, knowing
That they nailed it, yes Him the
Target of broken souls and blood
Smeared hands.
He made it possible for them to anchor
Him with nails on the cross, so you
And I can conquer burdens coming
Across our ways.
See, He knew about his passing, so
Every test that came to him as they
Teased him, was actually part of
The corrections of our sins.
Our life scenes.
Wake up, wake up to his words
For, there are eternal life sentences
Within them. Vowels that
breathe out oxygen
And consonants that
Give us strength.
We were told to spread His gospel
But everyone locked him/herself
In their houses. We only clap and
Tap in mob fights, our voices transcend
“Ahwe ke mpimpi”, to those who speak
The truth in His name, they die.
You and I as we receive his flesh
And blood, to him we bound.
Children of God, lets mourn the
Death of Christ and let Him descend
With all our burdens. So on the third
Day, we can wake up with Him.
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