Wail for misery, Hail for victory

Soaring agape adore- incense of Heavenl

Soaring agape adore- incense of Heavenly fervor,

My Son or the sinners? Whom should I nuzzle?

Tender the cluster; shepherd the rival.

Saving the abominable, the sinful body,

A gleaming store, the extravagant story.

He died but did not even fight.

Tortured Him but intent to nurture them.

Swapped the spits with the blood He spilled,

What more can you even frame!

An ecstasy or a melancholy?

To love or to huff the cross?

The Begotten, nailed on the cross- rugged.

"My God, my God, why forsake me?” He cried.

Help Him Lord, Please help Him, that's my Savior

Hold on, My Son - echoed, teary-eyed fiery.

Clouding the misery with Love- a mystery.

Silent yet spoken, weak but hardened.

Scorn for passion; torn for affection.

Forgive them, Father- a King's devotion.

Triumphal flag flutters, Surrendered His verve.

Seed of hatred to bear the fruit of love!

Such exotic Love, do we deserve?

deserve?