A man knocked at my door
One morning a man knocked at my door,
Ask me to eat is flesh and drink is blood.
To believe is cross.
A languor reflects in my eyes, like a glowing ray.
I shut the door, repenting of what I sow.
Outside my door, piece of rods gold, the wind blowing myrrh
And incense burning slow.
Infirmity which I suffer now, sorrowfully.
Cover me in grave.
That man, come in flash of my descendents.
Reckoning the years, when the people refused to obey.
And always that snake -vicious temptations.
Reason of our pain, misleading our believe with doubt & confusion.
We lost the Eden; we trade our soul, never console our forgive.
Of God love.
He would be the king, a righteous one; I will praise him,
With all my heart,
Please come back at my door step.
Is Easter now, your resurrection is loud heard around,
Prove of courage your word sound, of righteous one.
We all come from God, and to God, we will be back.
With no more sorrow, with not more pain
Waiting until this coming day.
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