What Thought Jesus, Dying On The Cross, Psalm Poem by Alan Ingranazzio

What Thought Jesus, Dying On The Cross, Psalm



Oh! Say ''Jerusalem'' to take a deep breath
And in all corners of your soul you feel
An ancient stone that forever keeps
A wisdom, love and godlike might
And your heart will strike indeed just near it.
You know Lord, I am just your slave, the last,
Soon just a clay I have to be forever,
But when I love you most I can say just
''Jerusalem'' to be yet able to breathe.

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Alan Ingranazzio

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