*** TEARS FROM THE CROSS ****
1.
Two millenia ago, Blood bathed wood,
Today, It sheds tears like the morning dew,
Because our hearts wander away, our eyes too,
Will our souls care? Would our hand do?
2.
Amidst Heaven's Bounty, the Master hungers,
Robed in resplendent Light, He is clothed in tatters,
The One who heals, Himself in sickness shiver,
Before the glassy sea, He yearns a cup of water.
3.
Do you know, Paradise lives next door?
The Messiah cries from the eyes of your neighbour?
Shall we sit and watch His tears become a flood?
Or shall we dry it with our love and labour.
KUNLE OMOPE.
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