Sometimes I feel like Jesus Christ
As I too have been used and sacrificed,
Because of helping and supporting others
Sinners, druggies, fathers and mothers.
I too paid the price.
Like Jesus I too have been falsely judged
My name once again smudged,
Like they said before they killed the Lord
By nailing him on the board.
Through lies I too have trudged.
I too have been crucified
But, my feelings and emotions is all that died,
But, instead of dying by enemies on the cross
I died because of friends and a boss.
Because others had lied.
To help others is all that I did truly seek
As I too had once been very weak,
But, then I found the Lord in the Bible
My soul trumpeted in its revival.
Then I too was betrayed by a kiss on the cheek.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem