There in full view, the banner flew,
so God's love the fans might see
But Festival fans, had other plans,
and its' message did not agree.
For on Sunday, they had their way,
in the darkness of that morn
With curse and frown, they ripped it down,
the banner defiled and torn.
They shouted loud, before the crowd,
"If you are God then hear me"
"For we've no fear, so come down here,
and strike us dead for all to see."
But God is not disturbed, or in the least perturbed,
by all their rants and rages.
These arrogant fans, with their wicked plans,
will face the Rock of Ages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good arial view. I never thought that way. If at all Jesus was viewing everything from cross. But you point is true.