Weakness as a strength
meeknes as a virtue
peace as an attitude
far before our time
there was this bloodstained cross
where a peacefull young men bled
bowed His head
and was as dead as dead
And in a tomb they laid him down
anointed him with oil and herbs
covered him in a shroud
and his friends cried out loud
while in a dead end street a thief has fled
the religious leaders held their feast instead
The man who works with wood
shook his head and took his tool
and said...
“only a fool
only a fool. . .
. . . has said in his heart there is no God”
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