Blissful Death Poem by Clifford Villaflores

Trekking the painful way to Calvary,
Carrying the Cross in agony,
5466 wounds in the body
Face disfigured and bloody.
Bending, scorching, falling
The Savior continued enduring
Amidst mockery and deception,
Following his destined Mission.

Hanging, bleeding atop of the cross
That sins maybe forgiven and lost.
The nails and lance tore his body
Then the clouds darkened and turned foggy.
Fulfilling the prophecy of his Passion
That a Savior would free a nation
That through dying comes Man's salvation
And in death cometh Resurrection.