The path through the years
Has shed the ground with dread,
It has pieced together a golden crown
That forever wipes away its tears.
The peace thats long forgotten
Needles itself within a thread,
To the son that was begotten
When he kissed away your death.
So long and old we followed through
The dark chasms of despair,
We meek and peace we stumbled through
To find ourselves were there.
So find the snake that's decapitated
And pinned itself to the cross,
Arose from the ground consecrated
To a world that hasn't lost.
Those who were lost upon the cross
Have found themselves unbound,
To the coming death that has no rest
To the sheep the shepherd found.
- Author: Gavin ( Offline)
- Published: June 18th, 2020 18:30
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 35
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