It Is Finish Poem by Micheal Bello

He found me a fortune
Fortune so profound

He said, 'Son, your debt had been paid.'

By his flesh torn
Feet bonds
Thistle of crown pinned
Upon his head
It sank deep into his skull
Fresh blood steam from him
That left many scars on him

He gave me a breastplate
Breastplate of truth

He said, 'Daughter, cast upon me your burden'

His hand spranged forth
As the nails crumbed in
Excruciating pain— shiver rumble
His whole body felt out of place
The whole joints walls thirst—
He was spotted calm
Witheld our cackle; deceitful smile.

For me,
He did this
So as to complete the work.
So as to break shackles from the captive.
He will embalm the weakness of the weak
Seal them strong.
Help those who trust him as father.
Be with those who humble themselves.

JESUS IS THE SON OF GOD

THE ONLY TRUE GOD

ACCEPT AND RELY ON HIM