The Passion

Our journey it is also,
From birth to Calvary,
Carrying a moral burden,
While being mock by many,
Crowned with the thorns of society.

But like him,
We're not alone.
For we meet some Simon,
and some John;
to carry our burden.

We are nailed by materials,
To die with our belief,
Like Him,
For it is our passion.

Like him,
We have a job;
To our Father,
As he had not forsaken us,
Nor dammed us,
To the Romans.

For we'll be with him,
After Calvary,
And through judgment,
And through time,
For that is the passion.