God In Man Poem by Falana Zion

Indeed!

They paint their faces with tears
They drench their coats with sweat
Their tears and sweats are inutile
For they are sitting on the fence

They trade their joy with tears
They sell their triumphant joy to sadness
Their salvation they trample on like the dust
Nevertheless, Glory to God

God in man died for man
Rose again as a man
So, from the depths of my heart
I sing the praise of the man who died for man

Break thy bread for me to eat
Pour the blood for me to drink
Your blood the spirit within
Thy bread the life to live

Jesus, you started and the baton thou passed,
To the disciples behind
They ran and never thirst
Oh, thy baton I shall hold with my life