Love Is Proof Of Death That Gives Life Poem by Didith Marcelo

Oh Love, I'm so lucky to have you,
As you demonstrated your love by your death
That came to me and gave life to me,
By your blood it sprinkled in me for me to be clean,
By your perseverance I was justified and reunited
To where I really belong.

You never promise anything,
But what you did is beyond anything,
How can I thank you,
No one can separate me from you,
Your love is too great,
I owe you everything which is not enough.

In time of distress or sadness,
You are my solace,
Thinking everything about your sacrificed,
The pain, humiliation, tortured, rejected, forsaken,
Vast of people shout for your death,
Knowingly not their part of the prophesy,
A prophesy that to be fulfilled,
Death would claim you for me and for 'em to be saved.

I may not at that moment when it was happened,
But I am so thankful to know your story,
And I knew until now,
Oh Love I've been waiting for you,
For you to come back,
The moment of truth,
The city will shook,
Earth will tremble,
As you descending from heaven,
Proclaiming your glory,
Separating people from opposite works in life.

Oh Love, I'm so excited to see you,
To be with you,
To go with you,
To your endless time,
A eternal place,
An infinite living with your love.