The Savior's Plea Poem by Samson Ajilore

He that hung upon Calvary's tree
Cries aloud to His beloved bride
Groaning in pain as He sheds His blood
Saying to her: will you tell the world
I have cast my love upon my bride?
But now, bodily, I shall no longer be
For I have given my body over to her
Tell the world of the substitution on Calvary
Tell the world of the reason for my death
Tell the world I have risen in truth
Tell the world I shall soon return
Tell the world I daily watch
Tell the world I offered it all
Tell of life in place of death
Tell of health in place of sickness
Tell of righteousness in place of sin
Tell of mercy in place of judgement
The angels will not speak but you must
I can no longer speak but through you
I have given my Spirit for you to speak
But He has no mouth except your own
He has no hands except yours
He has no legs except yours
You must preach and never stop
Go to the street and proclaim it there
Heal the sick and raise the dead
The kingdom through you must flow
Rise up, preach and never stop
I gave my life to give you life
Hold not with levity my savings of grace
Hold not with levity the worth of souls
I have died for the world to live
But they will die except you tell them
It is now up to you to spread it around