Flowing streams of animal senews,
Slaughtered without remorse to renew;
Faded coats and shattered hopes,
Oh we would have borne our woes alone. But the sheeps and lambs had to suffer it!!
We killed 7 days long; 365 a year,
For rarely doth a day pass;
Before our souls are soaked in mud.
Its too thick!! We know,
No stream can wash!! We know,
How then? We ask,
Will this filth be cleansed.
Then we saw a light,
His life was the light of men,
The word turned flesh,
A promise from Grace and truth,
And we beheld his glory that washes,
All our filths with so fresh a bloodflow.
“Come to me all who are weary and. heavy laden, I will give you rest.”
Dami de furst ¤Writz¤