Thursday, 4 June 2015
Have you ever passed to a brother
The baton of hope amidst gloomy wreck?
Have you ever stuck it out for an elder
Whose bone is as good as sack?
Have you ever responded to a weary crawler
For a second to heal a lack?
Have you ever offered a thing
That both noble and vile didn’t have to pay?
If for one of these pings
You can’t be convicted anyway;
You better wake your heart with a loud ring,
‘Cos you’ve been sleeping for too a long day.
If you’ve ever abounded
Or at one point couldn’t afford a price.
I bet you now understand
The dire need of a saving grace.
So we all can ask with a voice profound
What is life without sacrifice?