The first time I spotted it –
Walking in the piazza – My Death!
The Chief Priest it was – a golden breastplate,
Covered in fine cloth – evil in the head!
I sensed death a second time,
On a table – twelve ready to dine!
It really hurt in the tender heart,
To be betrayed by a friend of mine!
But, “Love wins, love always wins.”
Was a motto my Abba had sent for me.
Then I lifted the bread and the wine,
For centuries they would see.
The third time I saw it – A vision,
That cross and those rusty nails.
Fear crept within me,
And I wept!
I wept to a father,
Far and fine!
“If it’s possible, Abba – take this cup from me,
But let your will be done, not mine.”
I not only saw death,
For the fourth time.
But felt it completely,
In its fullest prime!
There I hung to a tree,
And wore a – “Crown of Love.”
For a crime known as –
The fifth time I sat with death,
It was in a tomb!
I sat there waiting,
Like a baby in the womb!
And they say it’s not easy,
To keep a good man down.
Because after a heavy storm,
A rainbow quietly comes around!
And so the tomb opened,
And the stone rolled aside.
“Goodbye death,” I said,
And emerged like a newborn outside!
Written in 2011, Class-11
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