nobody heard God the Father cry,
when His only begotten Son was burrowed to man
and later was nailed to a cross as the scapegoat,
had been sacrificed for everyone
and I wonder about that kind of love
that full of omnipotence and knowledge
come to suffer selfless
and as a human I am missing in a world full of sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem