Whipped beaten and crucified
No water to clinch his thirst
No bandages
Just his blood seeping into the earth
Just the waling of his mothers love
How could the little ones below challenge the God above
The son believed his father forsook his child
Yet he had to die to save the sinners
living free and wild
Death couldn't hold him to the grave
He rose with power to free those enslaved
He returned to earth with just one rule
"Love one another as I have loved you."
©sherilache
S