The End Of It Was The Start Of It Poem by Musa Ndhlovu
The End Of It Was The Start Of It
When I think of
The crucifixion of
Jesus. My heart drops
Like the last leaf.
Against all odds and all things,
He had not wrong all things.
But for me to start living,
He had to stop living.
It is in His Spirit where I dwell,
For it is in Spirit He want me to dwell.
The faithful Samaritan,
I worship the faithful Samaritan.
Eternal life is what i inherit,
He's gift is His inheritance.
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