That must have been a whole three days worth of sleep
Feeling refreshed and new
But wait, why do you weep
Why are you mourning when it’s just morning
Oh, I remember
He foretold of this folktale
Even My birth was pre-planned
My life’s like the movies
Anyone who got to read and understand the script
Knew what was next to happen
And then it happened
One of the twelve
One who walked with Me, heard Me speak
And yes, I even washed his feet
Found fault in Me
Found a reason to side with those who wanted to end My ministry
You could see the look of shock on My face
As he gave Me away with a kiss
A symbol of love
I guess to show his love for those against Me
It was said by the wisest
“… and stripes for the back of fools.”
Yet I get to tell of the taste of stripes on my back
And I wasn’t a fool
But I was full of love for you
So I carried the cross on My back
As we marched across the street to My execution ground
Enduring every single pain
Because I knew it was a gift I was gifting the ones I love
Nailed to the cross, feet and arms bleeding from these bruises
With the last bit of strength, I shouted
As the Israelites’ shout broke down the wall of Jericho
Mine tore the veil, unveiling you as My bride
But like any other newly weds, we needed a honeymoon
And honey, you gave Me the moon for three days
Now I’m awake as I once said
To be with you forever
In strength and in weakness
In health and in sickness
In tears and in joy
So wipe your tears as I wash your sins away
And we will walk hand in hand through another day
Fearless of making any mistakes
Yet careful not to wrong, not to harm nor bring My hanging to vain

By Kwame Obeng

STEPHEN OKERAKU OBENG (KWAME OBENG) is a Ghanaian poetry and story writer. Since his childhood, Kwame has been a big lover of fictional love stories and has resorted to writing, to promote the course of love in real life.

2 thought on “Good Morning”
  1. Jesus!Jesus! Jesus!.
    The exact personification of the Messiah
    Thumb up my guy

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