This time it's an Easter poem by one of my "cloistered brothers," Eric.
Even though we see things sometimes we don't believe
We struggle with faith because invisible is hard to conceive
Though heavy was his cross he suffered for you and me
He cured lepers and blindness but we still didn't see
How could we be so foolish how could we not know
Everything he taught us was a lesson and not for show
If you want forgiveness follow me and bring your cross
Stop pointing fingers because it's you that will suffer loss
It's not just about Lazarus being awakened from his sleep
It's about God's love, mercy, and care what you eternally keep.
Even though we see things sometimes we don't believe
We struggle with faith because invisible is hard to conceive
Though heavy was his cross he suffered for you and me
He cured lepers and blindness but we still didn't see
How could we be so foolish how could we not know
Everything he taught us was a lesson and not for show
If you want forgiveness follow me and bring your cross
Stop pointing fingers because it's you that will suffer loss
It's not just about Lazarus being awakened from his sleep
It's about God's love, mercy, and care what you eternally keep.
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