His Name Was Jesus Christ
All that was ever asked was this name,
all that it ever provoke was this one man of legendary weight,
Like a chord,
connecting sky and life,
Like utterances from the millions of lips on this planet,
Love if it was not freely given came from his heart,
Joy if it ever was assembled was his wounds inside us,
carrying the cross like the weights of the world,
knowing that all the sunshine of the world is fake,
if not enlightened by this piece of sacrifice,
when life was always a name I searching for,
when steps ahead of me were dark and inappropriate,
always a name I reach out to find,
His name like Needs,
all the billions of lame products unable to satisfy,
all entertainments unable to gratify,
You reach out for salvation like the billions of people,
by calling his name Jesus Christ.
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