O God
You gave
Your life
To save
Us all
And save
The world
On a Friday
The Holy Friday
And we call it
Good Friday
And remember
Your sacrifice
With a deep bow
And folded hands
Every year
Without fail
Since then.
The ultimate thing about the Christianity is the fragrance of Jesus that blows like a breeze ever and ever across these chaotic phases of religious exhibitions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful write on Holy Friday. A sacrifice ever to be remembered.