It's GOOD FRIDAY
Hola my friend!
Here's a small poem...
He was forced to kneel
With blood crawling, drop,
By drop, upto his heel,
He was slaughtered
Without much thought
Nor sin to exalt,
He had no reason to die
Except love that blindfolded
Those sincere eyes.
Oh sinner, why can't you?
Nor I? Surrender and cry,
For great is the burden
That implunges the soul
Every day and night.
Why is the world blind
To the only true love,
Love that is divine.
'He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed' - 1 Peter 2:24
Happy reading! Adios:)
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