Cruelly people hanged my God on a cross,
Pilate washed his hands as if innocent
from this deed and in sin humanity was caught,
at three pm it was dark night and all the animals were scared,
His mother cried was tied to this event,
for the liberty of humanity it did fit into God's plan,
where Jesus Christ did hang with the wages of sin of the world,
His disciples but John did flee and was scared.
Full of love, attentive, benevolent without sin or blame
my Lord God was murdered on a Friday afternoon,
as the Son of God the Roman soldier did recognize him,
where He brought all men to liberty in His Father's name,
Lucifer did laugh, did despise God and lost the war right there,
while God rescued humanity who in sin did not deserve it.
© Gert Strydom
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