He Bore So We Could Rise... Poem by Savio Varunny

His wounds touches us in brokenness
His pain tries to restore a peaceful soul.
In an age where burnout breeds disconnection
His love gently calls us whole.

He could have waited for a perfect world
Instead, gave himself in the midst of Chaos.
By stepping out in a sinner's storm,
To calm the oppressed, stressed and torn

That sacrifice wasn't just an act of history,
It cries out to us in the present scope
The Cross was not just the end
inspiring us to love to mend.

Adi of hope begins to rise
, the infinite ray that never dies