Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
The king we all know ,
He, that sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
He who wants us to communicate with Him through prayer. He always listens to us when...