The cross speaks for you too
She bears the scars of your victory hues
Who knows Jesus died too
In stead of all who sinned, even you
The father let him down to death
For you, Jesus was under arrest
'Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachtani'
Hello, didn't you see him bleed in agony!
For our Salvation, he wore sinner's garment
At 3'O Clock, the firmaments lament.
Abel's blood cried from the crust
Creation gawped at the Creator who lost his Creations' trust.
Crowns of thorns, he wore adorned
Game of Thrones, who cares if he did got blows
Aye, our lives became the living testaments
Of ingratitude to a gift no man deserved.
What have we really learnt in movies?
God's moves we have lost watching military comedies.
Adam, why did you chose porn to burn in the sulphurs of Sodom?
Eve, why did you have to be overwhelmed by the succulent fruits of the forbidden tree?
Our pride have graduated from ss-three, yet you and I aren't really free.
Yet, we try to tell Elohim that which we really do not mean from our hearts. Well…
When the King trudged up Calvary hill
He stooped so low to foot your bills
When you were deep in the oceans of debt
By his death, he settled all that you will ever let away for debt.
O Crimson sons of Elohim
His voice is come, won't you follow him?
Do we continue in Sodom that grace may abound?
And when the trumpet shall sound, who will merry with us in Hades?
Lo, the Powers of Gehena forshadows
And the Prince of Darkness go fishing.
Who knows the Voice of the El-Shaddai!
Let him stand his ground in tent of His eyes.
Alas the Babylonian princes multiply
Behold the Anakims on the Mountainside
Arise O Caleb Son of Jephunneh
For the days of Contention are here.
©️ Felix Zachariah