The Tortured God

Climbing up the hill  with his great Cross
The tortured God recalls his childhood days
Now he faces death and total loss

Did  Jesus  fear his  mission  and its cost
Would humans  ever learn to see his way
Climbing up the hill  with a great Cross

Crucified, beheaded, killed by us
John  the Baptist, Jesus, Jews  have paid
Did Jesus fear his Mission and its cost?

How we love the baby, yet we’re lost
Was it ever true that we are saved
Climbing up the hills  with our own cross?

Where is God’s great spirit, Holy Ghost
Alienated from the human race?
Did Jesus fear his Mission and its cost

Shall we ever see that Holy Face
Onto  refugees it has been placed
Climbing up the hill  like Sisyphus
He repeats his actions, feels  his loss
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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