Friday, April 6, 2012

His Love Never Dies

He would not feed
Ambition and greed,
Boasting and pride.
He said you decide.
Barrabas or me,
Who to set free.
With hate in their eyes
They settled for lies.
His truth and his love,
like the song of a dove,
To them nothing meant.
His body was spent
Amid their loud cries;
But His love never dies.