The Bridge To Heaven
They walk on me with thumping shoes,
as if they were uncaring brutes.
But I am sure in my heart;
they're sad for their blows smart.
Bitter indeed are the cruel nails,
on my flesh with wounds that ail.
Reminding me of cruci-fixion;
repeatedly I suffer affliction.
Let's take the pains of today,
in hope of the Lord's day.
He surely will exact revenge:
for the devils' innu-merable offense.
The stripes of so many years,
is naught before eternal cheers.
The cool wind from far off heaven,
invites us into arms pleasant.
So walk on me O my dears:
but mourning, for my many tears.
Copyright © Alok Srivastava | Year Posted 2016
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