The Pleasing Pain
Hmm! what a pleasing pain
Beyond physiological agreement to earn
He decided to maintain like there was no gain
Although threatened by the fierce to confront, but did not restrain
The cross was so heavy, yet he did not crumble
Even though he tumbled, he still refused to fumble
They doubled the trouble, yet he remained humble
All was to make him rumble into a grumble
Even at the eleventh hour, he was unlimited to oppose
Knowing that God could compose other alternatives to transpose
Yet he remained proposed for his mission not to be disposed
Because he had a purpose which was yet to be exposed
Now he had all these done because he didn't want to be lazy
Even when he knew it was not easy
He just had to keep the mission busy
Because that was the only way he could make us form effizy
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