At the foot of a cross i kneel... my son be still, be free...
he looks to his side and speaks... no words my son, be free
his mother wails, she too in agony... too far for me my son, be free
the 'other' promises my son freedom.... keys to eternity my son be free,
one mother to another our sons bonded for eternity.... be free our sons be free
they've broken your bones my son, no more to breath.... you are free my son, you are free
now i wait for eternity to be with you my son.... Mary's son arises... He is free.....
how can this be my son... what did you see in the One who is free....
now i believe my son, I believe... He is risen indeed ... I am free!
This was an answered inspired by someone's post... im not often in the poetry section.... but had to post this one.
Thanx Ron!!!!!
This was an answered inspired by someone's post... im not often in the poetry section.... but had to post this one.
Thanx Ron!!!!!
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Answer by Ice
cross I kneel, our sons bonded for eternity, risen indeed.
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