Jesus always had a long lasting influence
In my heart.
Hearing of his crucifixion,
I rushed to the place where Jesus stood still.
The boundless blue sky cried
Tears of sadness and lamentation
Without any consolation.
The scions of silence stretched far
Embracing the horizon which was restless
And wanted to flow towards Jesus’ feet.
His hands were bleeding
And the crown of thorns hurting.
‘Lord! Let me remove the thorny crown
And replace it with a golden one
Studded with stones precious.
Allow me to remove those nails,
I implore to you.’
I stood helpless, wiped Jesus’ feet
With my big handkerchief
And placing my head on his feet,
I cried my tiny heart out.
The hard hitting truth is that
Very few understand the passion of Christ,
The fruitfulness of his mission.
With emotions stripped bare,
I looked up at Jesus and he smiled
As if nothing had happened.
He had forgiven the wrongdoers,
For he believed that they knew not what they were doing.
I said to him, loud and bold,
‘Jesus, you are eternal,
You will be alive in all men’s hearts
And we will walk on the path
You have paved for us.
This is our promise.
And while I said those words,
Jesus’ blood blend with my tears.