My Lord Jesus, the human God I can touch, <br />poor shepherd who looked after us. <br />You were crucified by our human brotherhood. <br />Your innocent blood stain <br />do the puritans can wash <br />and clean their hands ever? <br />You climbed the mountain Golgotha <br />with the heavy cross, <br />if I were there my Lord <br />definitely I could have given my shoulder. <br />I am carrying my cross since childhood <br />and I realized the heaviness. <br />I meet sometimes Judas with his thick curved mustache <br />but still I am anxiously searching my dear Lord in this carnage.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stigmata/
