Now, with two thousand and five
With churchbell memories live
How in his blood and pool
Jesus remained calm and cool
Jesus with his thorny crown
Found me with my own thorn
Suffering, bleeding on his cross
Crying, weeping on my loss
Followed him a large crowd
Noticing him made me proud
There is ONE to wipe my tears
Supporting me in my fears
Life he made me simple, light
Elevating to scaling height
Helping me to keep my throne
All my deadly worries gone
Beautiful feelings powerfully presented! Jesus is there to wipe our tears and support us in our fears!
Kumari this is a great poem and you tell us the story again from Bethlehem to Calvary. I do believe the Jesus is one of the greatest human beings who fought against unjust & social imbalance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.