Jesus’ Mercy

Cling to life with knuckles white
When no more tears soothe burning eyes
With mute screams at countless horrors
Writhing through a battered mind

When darkness pervades and all hope fails
Leaving a desolate fragment of sanity
When you can but submit to the torment of evils
Drowning all senses in a vortex of pain

When the last vestige of mercy seems to be death
Lift your head and let your eyes fall on the limp figure suspended
From a wooden beam sullen powerless and beaten

-Then, know that when all efforts at righteousness seemed in vain,
Not even the holiest of beings could tame this wicked world;
Nor shall you find purpose in this worldly life, but in heaven.

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