As He bowed His
head and succumbed to
death, the wings
of agony flutter like
no other. Will the winds
of silence answer those
snarling sneers, those gnarling
greed…
will the melody of regret
make haste to undo
What’s done?
When he, like a rose,
bearing thorns that falls
on the ground, basks
in the scorching heat
of hate.
Why beseech the
heavens yet
blaspheme His Name?
Can a heart spare
Him with love when He gave
His all…
For us
whom He loveth
for Eternity.
5/10/2022