A Man Knocked At My Door

One morning a man knocked at my door,
Ask me to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
To believe his cross.

A languor reflects in my eyes,
like a glowing ray.
repent

Infirmity, sorrowfully
Cover me in grave.
vicious temptations the snake

Reason of our pain, misleading our believe with doubt & confusion.
We lost the Eden; we trade our soul,
never console our forgive of God love.

Outside my door, piece of rods gold,
the wind blowing myrrh
And incense burning slow.

Is Easter now,
your resurrection is loud heard around,
Prove of courage your word sound, of righteous one.

We all come from God, and to God, we will be back.
With no more sorrow, with not more pain
Waiting until this coming day.

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