By Talent Mqongo, South Africa:
I called Him Father yet I never met Him
He accepted, tolerated and embraced me beneath him
Here on earth can't fathom what a mortal life's worth
Tell me am going absurd as my life obscures in this filth
He wasn't just man I say unidentified not even as a fifth
Gobbling whips He endured the pain enabling me to whiff
Asked for water, opportunity for them to prove they were sick
Mary witnessed as they tacked His body to the sticks
Had I been there could've traded places also for us sake
Prophecy fulfilled, bearing nothing to put at stake
Wasn't just a man yet he left it and we put it all to waste
Plans He had of all, prosperity for us of more than just a taste
Miscommunication and elaboration of the law, the world at unrest
Glorified above angels I feel his essence echoing within my chest
He wasn't just an ordinary man as I contemplate the weight of the cross;
He carried for my life not to disintegrate down to a loss
Torment, agony, insults I cannot envision for me he suffered it all
Thinking he was finished, he taught me how to rise from my fall
He wasn't just an average fellow I say as I now burst in his splendor
He wasn't just a man who has the name inscribed in my heart to remember
Tender and precisely he continues to chasten my time for the better
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