​​Four Days

Remember me?
You betrayed me today.
With a kiss, you showed them the way
And collected thirty silver coins.
You whipped me and mocked me.
You crowned me with thorns.
So grovel in the dirt, pick up your pay.
You betrayed me today.
 
Remember me?
You killed me today.
You sent me to the cross, then washed your hands
And set the murderer free.
You cursed and mocked me and made me a joke,
You threw dice for my cloak.
As the curtain was rent, night replaced day.
You killed me today.
 
Remember me?
You mourned for me today.
You pronounced me dead, laid me in the tomb,
And sealed it with a stone.
Though you denied you knew me, you still had hope
That death would have no hold on the Son of God;
To the Father there could be no other way.
You mourned for me today.
 
Remember me?
I rose for you today.
The stone rolled back, the tomb was bare,
There was no one there.
I died in your place, so your sins could be forgiven.
I defeated death, so you could go on living. 
With my blood, your sins were washed away.
I rose for you today.

Life is a Journey 
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some plan their journey and know where they’re heading.
Others drift along where’er the wind blows.
They fear of mistreading.
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some aim to be their best self in all things.
Others have no ambition, no strings to their bows.
They fly without wings.
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some are inward-looking, nationalistic, and shun.
Others are dreamers – “All will be bro’s”.
They imagine someday the world will be one.
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some live in shackles, abused or as slaves.
Others are free spirits who have no repose.
They live life to the full all of their days.
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some hate their neighbours who live in the gutter.
Others love and do good with food and with clothes,
Like the saint of Kolkata.
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some seek only hatred and war.
Others love their neighbours and their foes.
They seek peace and all it stands for.
 
Life is a journey of triumphs and woes.
Some hate religion and say there’s no God.
Others believe their sins are forgiven by Sharon’s Rose.
They are washed by His blood.
 
Life can be a journey of triumphs, no woes.
This is their journey to becoming free,
One who triumphs, one who knows.
They are the best soul they can ever be,
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