PINONDANG SITUMEANG (1943 / JAKARTA, Indonesia)

DO NOT CRYING

She trembles and sobs
HE burdened the cross through walk up hill, Via Dolorosa
HIS back wounded full of bloods
Whats HIS doing wrongs

The clock ring twelve
A shout Eli Eli lama sabaktani
The sun covered behind the black cloud,
dark
God temple wall and curtain torn down
True, this Man is truly a Prophet

Mother wipe the tears away
All had been predicted to fulfill verses written
Passed to redeem human being sin