Happy Risen Day
No greater Gulf between hell and I
Perhaps the rupturing twilight
could speak
For I never saw a man with holes in both hands and still be alive
Betrayed for pennies of fear
Ah-that Christ must die
watching the dust
settle, under seeds that
refuse to do any thinking of growing
For I never saw a man on fire and not be turned to ash
weakened by devicely
pleasures,
the serpents’ crawl
bitten with just one kiss
I pray to understand
these wages of sin has given dollars of death that do not spend
Upheaving Justice, that suppose our souls, wern’t worth the saving!
Here I am -again,
if we can’t overcome
and we can’t ever overstand,
Then what’s a man gotta do to get a little water his thirst!
For I never saw a man whose only kingdom was the cross
Some men have it all, some are lost,
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