Songs won't do
Poems won't do
Words won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Maybe I'll find the songs to express
Maybe I'll find the poems to express
Maybe I'll find the words to express
When I'm finally with you
Tears won't do
Kisses won't do
Joy won't do
Neither will dance steps do
Looking forward to when
I'm gonna be with you
To behold your crystal face
And stay right by you
Time won't do
Age won't do
Arts won't do
Neither would dance steps do
It was the time of the passover. I had seen 32 passover feasts, during which my family and I, my disciples and I (When I began my public ministry), would slay the chosen lamb in honor of the father's ordinance. In those 32 years, everytime we ate the passover lamb, I was reminded that someday I would be the lamb that was slain. This 33rd year as I walked into Jerusalem on the 10th day of Nissan when the Lamb was to be chosen, I willingly gave myself as the lamb to be slain. They hailed, called out to me hosanna meaning "Save Us". With every shout and scream, I was reminded of my purpose. The very reason I was born was to die for these and many to be saved. Every voice, every stare, every palm tree, stirred in me a strong desire to accomplish my purpose. They thought they were asking me for political redemption but I knew they were asking me for total redemption. That week, I had the most temptations of my life . My mind fought against the enemy as he
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