A Man Substitute Christ - Poem by Chukwukere Timothy
on the cross if man Substitutes Christ.
All power in his bosom lies.
Soldiers mocks, and deaths cold hands snatches them.
A superman's day. The whole world must render their apology.
Before that. What a tragedy!
If a man Substitutes Christ.
Nail him, and unto hell he'll cast.
who dares wipe him?
Ask if he has his will.
Echo 'nail him! '
And he'll rise like a stormy wave
Bouncing on earth as an hurricane.
Bless God! A man substitutes Christ not.
How perfect a man.
How God-like behaved our Christ.
Humbled by man unto death.
Not intoxicated by power.
He still draw man closer to the father.
Without bitterness and anger.
The cross is progress, Christ went forward.
So let brotherhood come first.
And the love should never get lost.
But my brothers are nailing me.
And love is all You say I feel?
But to Christ its sane.
Sinners cursed Him, in the end He show mercy
Even so, do the same.
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