Unconvinced of the efficacy of the ‘Cross’.
Where He was hammered unto without any fuss.
Driving the stake through his heart,
Yet he was not a vampire.
We did it with glee and so much vile and vain desire.
Catastrophic, isn’t it?
That, we are yet to derive joy from the red that bath the cross.
Catastrophic, Yes! Because most of us are still lost, I mean are still so lost.
So lost to the cross and its cause for redemption.
Foretold before it was written.
Written before he was beaten; to them it was’t at all forbidden.
The carnage in Botswana.
Th carnage in Rwanda.
The serpent put what God hath fused together, asunder.
Then, the insurgence in Nigeria
Eating the peace up faster than a pirahna.
Swift with his sword, the ear was off; Fearless
When it mattered most, he became a farce. He was so witless.
The cock made sure of that.
Three times it was. Yes! That was the correct stat?
Craving for something more, but we have decided to giving less.
Disregarding Golgotha, salvation we get less.
On the day of his death, redemption gave He, to us
Lifted up from us, death and the potency of Adam’s curse.
Yet we find ourselves at the bar,
Not as a jury, but as a drunk.
Uncontent with keeping our vows to our spouse.
We seek the warmth of those at the Red Light District, going beyond their blouse.
1st peter 2:9, says you are royalty, let it sink in.
Because, He is our sin eater; allow him breed in.
The less moments that you find yourself at the cross,
The less moments, you will be on that road to Redemption.
Path chosen, path taken.
What path have you chosen?
What path have you taken?
Chose right so that you won’t be forsaken.
Redemption is from the one who was born in a manger.
He awaits you, to him don’t be a stranger.