Let's pray some, Nigeria, dear native land!

Holy Week 2017: a very personal poem

It is amazing to think of the story,
the human story of toils and gory,
and to see the joys, often paltry,
in the midst of all and sundry.

But when I see the Cross’ glory,
in spite of being heavy and burly,
I simply wonder if I, so burdened,
can enjoy the its’ similar story.

Then I see he who hangs on the Cross,
by whom even the thief is restored,
and I breath with some confidence assured,
that all will be well even if now obscure.