AT THE CRUCIFIXION

Must I be like Jesus

And hang for your mistakes

For the thrill is gone and it’s too late

To find you ever here again

Will you doubt my presence always and write my soul away

It’s too late

Something I can handle

Some reward that’s left behind while others turn away

Beyond the shadow of my doubt

A special something meaningful but timings ever flawed

It’s too late

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1997, all rights reserved