Does anyone really care?
When Easter eggs we share,
While blood and tears ran to his feet,
Did He have, Easter eggs for treat?
This God, you nailed upon the cross,
Was it another sacrificial loss?
Stop celebrating, his demise,
For most your truth, are really lies,
Selfish surely and as usual,
The point you missed is crucial,
He died a man for His convictions,
Brave, for his love, bate no restrictions,
Stop begging his forgiveness,
But live the truth and wisdom with which he me and you did bless,
Love your neighbour, your fellow man,
And try as hard as you possibly can,
Stop slobbering all over him,
Whining about your sin,
If that’s all, He’s good for, for you,
When you celebrate his death, you do,
Think of Him again more clearly,
A man He was, a God most nearly,
Don’t just use Him, for any excuse?
I can’t possible be just like Him, for He was God, what is the use.©08/04/2012
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