Poetry

When You walked into the world,
from God to man,
nobody really realized
what kind of offering You were making

when You got involved with man
bringing healing to pain,
with a slapping whip drove out
the white plastered priests

and in astonishment
people saw Your love,
when You with the last bit of life,
near to death,
still spoke of mercy

and asked Your Father forgiveness
for them that in humiliation
with pain were murdering You,
before the wide universe
man merciless had portrayed the depths of sin.