The bible
My rifle
For battle
To rattle
And baffle
The enemies
And bad energies
That fights
And frights.

On this day
I chose to pray
And to say
Your name
In the way
As same
You were suffered
And battered
For my sins
In scenes.

As they stood
Brooding in hood
Hands akimbo
You rested in limbo.

From womb
To tomb
Till you were raised
And so praised
From high
And nigh.

Bind me
With you
Hold me
Be true
Pierce me through
With your love
From above.

Your face
As disgrace(d)
On the cross
Was not a loss
But a grace
Won for us.

© Asa Cl