Saturday Night Poem by henry rushema

In a quiet place
Jesus rest in harmony
Although victory is not yet proclaimed
But for sure it will
Although it's quite and lonely
But for him it is harm and serenely
Fully of joy but not complete
Happiness in ones soul
For the trophy
And like a returning soldier
Sure of completing his task
Jesus rest waiting
The end of the war
And all the suffering
The end of all trouble and miserly
Not his end of trouble
But for us
Who are we?
Me and you
What did we do
To deserve the sacrifice
Let's pause and think
After the conclusion
Let us return to our creator
In this holly night
For we know victory tomorrow is for sure.