IT WAS ME.
It was me under the piercing pain.
The hollows all ways, the bloody stain
gushing down with human pity,
his shaky voice, singing in agony.
The fall of pride from heavenly throne,
Stolen of love and salvation’s mode.
It was me,
a pain He deserved not to reap.
Crucify him, crucify him.
In my stead, he sang the elegic hymn.
For quite peace of my heart,
He took the dirt and stains of my heart.
Long and said its finished.
It was me, i am the guilty fish.
Ridiculed as he said its fine.
He took the junks of mine
and cast it to trace me no more
As He said go and sin no more.
THE BLEEDING PEN GIANT INK MAKING IMPACT…..
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