Vincent Agbodike: Christ's Passion

In us You gave it all
By us we lost it all.
We rejected the blame
Putting Your efforts to shame.

In full force the gate of hell let loose
Pouring upon us her virtues in deuce;
Death, misery, hardship, sorrow, pain
Wickedness, hatred, vanity. Sin!


We've worn it, yes, this very new clothing.
Father against Mother, Mother by Son
Brother by Sister, Sister keeps abiding
We repeat, and repeat, a world of fun.

Few good men of Faith survived Your wrath.
Neither did men disdain from their fun.
What then can be done to save man's path
Only then, came the voice of The Son.

For the love for man, He became man
For the love for man, He healed man
For the love for man, He raised man
For the love for man, He saved man.

Man was evil, yet He had compassion
Man was to die but saved by His passion
A passion quite sorrowful, A mystery
By which man is taken off misery.