Good Friday

I write for my love,

who happens to be my lord,

whose love for me,

has gone beyond reason,

 

I sing for this love so powerful,
a love with a great sacrifice,
who did long that I survive,
whose first wish that I know peace,

for while I was worth nothing,
I was precious to him,
though I was unworthy,
yet he loved me for me,

at the time he looked into my eyes,
he saw my guilt,
and then he felt pity,
for his miserable love,

he madly loved me,
even before I found my feet,
his love endured,
while I was still yet to be,

but how why should i forget,
he who took my punishment,
this kindest of gestures,
this most loving of loves,

how a heart stone cold I have,
that I show no appreciation,
to my love who gave his life,
willingly wholeheartedly just for me,

but finally his heart bled,
it bled for me,
and when my love died,
he died my death,

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Author: Chibuzor F. Ogamba

Chibuzor F. Ogamba is a Nigerian Medical Student, Writer, Poet, Blogger, Public Speaker and Catholic Apologist

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