30/03/2024
π£πΌπ²πΊ | So you could be saved. π
In Holy Week, a story old,
Of love and sacrifice retold,
A journey through both pain and grace,
In every step, a sacred space.
With palms, they cheered, a joyful crowd,
Yet soon would come to a silence loud,
In gardens deep, a prayer so pure,
A soul's surrender, strong and sure.
Betrayed, denied, on trial He stood,
Innocence faced the cross of wood,
A crown of thorns, a heavy load,
Yet through it all, His love still showed.
The tomb sealed tight, the world in gloom,
But dawn would break, dispel the tomb,
For in this week of sacrifice,
Eternal hope, eternal life.
β Aki π