Yeshua Dying

The evening sky, the warm clover, where new cry mocks the old cries. For the best is over old silly lover, think its best to be over because I could recover the hurts that I were in. and how I wish to die. From the warm weary north sky bending over a quiet cry and I the lover wish to die. Yeshua is dying. Of the world unheeling sky, wings hurled must lie. Yahweh could never drop forever the sunlight into the night. Watch it fall therein the flower petals turning again to sing the song of Yeshua dying. There is pain before him again. Adore him with our woes, our sighing we do for once again Yeshua is dying. He was so strong to love us so. He rules us such a long time ago. Our woes, ours sighing we do cause again Yeshua is dying.