Posted: April 4, 2015 by lade in Uncategorized

It was a day, Nisan of 14,
Just after sunset
They sat at a table
All numbered to 13,
Here he sat at the middle of 12
Smiling, though agony waits.

Reclining before all,
A covenant with no end,
But his betrayal is here,
But from 12 they became 11
The black sheep goes away,
As he promised them a kingdom.

A cup to his blood,
To be shed for all.
A loave to his body,
Hung on a tree.
An occasion to be remembered,
His soul given to erase our death,
Hence we become his witnesses.


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