The three faces of death
Old age illness a corpse
What he had never imagined
Was the first thing Buddha saw
When he left his father's house
The three faces of evil
After he'd become the Son of God
In the wilderness of his love
Was the first thing Jesus saw
When he left his Father's house
Weren't they both astonished
And humbled at the power of both
They were left speechless at first
And knew this would take some time
No comments:
Post a Comment