We yell and scorn at Him,
Others mourn for Him,
His body stained by blood and sweat, -
We owe Him a great debt.
We had all the love of the Father
From our dear brother,
For us all His love is shown
And we reward Him with a tombstone.
This is why He was born,
to have His face worn
and His body torn.
Blood seeps
As He weeps,
'Father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
As He hangs from His tree,
'Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do'
While He hangs...
Skewed
We watch Him fall asleep,
midst death slowly creeps,
and softly He speaks,
'It is finished'
With that our sins are diminished
You are one of the most intriguing poets I've ever read. Your poetry as poetry goes is really good. I disagree with a lot of your thoughts, but you express things in ways I can merely dream about. Good writing Tasia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good testimony poem was looking for some good poetry and found you. I