Sacrifice At The Cross Poem by Lamina Ifeoluwa

The first day happened in death
And sprung up with life on the third
An unforseen fate he met
Glued to the cross of iron and lead

Right before his eyes,
His dignity shriveled with price
Dazzling in form of butterflies
Day became night; salvation in disguise

He wept! !
In countless ways I cannot tell
'No miracles, ' 'No save yourself' 'No spell'
But paid the price so well

Then it hit my bruised heart
Which never stopped beating fast
Each pulse delving into my past
Incessantly a reminder of a restart

You became my pain
And thoughts that clouded my brain
I already felt I was insane
But you led me back in lane

It felt just like yesterday
Never did I know, you were gone today
Even if it takes a thousand gaze
To stare at your feet with haze

I will do what it is
Even when others ask' What's all this'?
I will take it as a sign of bliss
At your feet my lips would kiss