Happy Easters
Happy Easters
He died not from his will,
But from his fathers will,
To make creatures innocent,
Because evil and sinful was a big percent,
The pain he bore on his sides,
The beatings from the armies,
The crown of the thorny in his head,
The mocks disgrace and all what he bore in his head,
The son of the most high suffered,
Innocent soul on behalf of our breed,
We see in imaginations how he was treated,
And for all none took him to the hospital to be treated,
All planned from the start,
That his bossom pal will betray him,
And before that they will have a chart,
Betrayal is real as it seem,
May the scars save us,
May his seven words in the cross rescue us,
May we see forgiveness,
May we arise with him after the days,
May our sins be left in the tomb,
May we be the chosen race of the holy womb,
May we be the light of the world,
May we live to be old.
Prayersforeasters.
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Copyright © Catherine Mutunga | Year Posted 2022
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