A light moved out upon the street outside
A day that wasn't meant to meet & greet
Thorn crown was placed upon his head
The shouts of intense anger from the angry mob,
There was only one who would help to get back on my feet,
A light that brought only a few to greet,
Let us not try to run away & pretend,
Each one of our sins was placed on that cross,
To lose the battle now would end in a tragic loss.
Father, please forgive them for they know not what they may do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem