Never Ending 

There was this rhythm 
That’s unfathomable and unchangeable
In this rhythm
Was a story 
A story of a father’s love for his son

His son was made ordinary
Yet did things extraordinarily
He grew blameless before men
As pure and white as a snow
The son chasing after his father’s heart

One day, the son was accused
By these men who refused the truth
In the garden he wept
Saying, ” Father, why have you forsaken me?”
Tonight, the son bows his head

The son had a chance to be saved
But shame and humiliation took over that day
To the cross he was nailed
It is finished 
The father welcomes his son home.

There was this rhythm 
That’s unfathomable and unchangeable
In this rhythm
Was a story 
A story of a son’s love for his father 

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