My love for The Son of Man
and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to
believe in a metaphysical world.
This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Judas. Please do
not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples'
views.
This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation
of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.
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| Jesus and Judas in Gethsemane |
All my life I searched for you
and now you are here Lord.
and now you are here Lord.
When you talk I hear birds sing
I hear the whispers of the Sea of Galilee
and I see a rose in white bloom waiting
for her bridegroom at the gates of Heaven.
My soul is like summer soil
your voice is like rain in August
and the seed you plant is love.
Yet in your eyes, I see the shadow
of a cross, four nails soaked in blood
and the taste of death is on your lilac lips.
My Lord forgive me, hold my hand
and lead me through Gethsemane tonight.
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