Prelude

A poem on the significance of the passover for temple goers.

Looking at the temple, beholding people great and small

Hearing the call of a man, crying “I beseech you friend, enter”

Looking at the temple, beholding people great and small

Hearing the call of a man, crying “I beseech you friend, enter”

It’s all prepared, whitewashed and magnificent; this is the mercy of God

See lives like a lamb’s blood poured into basins silver and gold

Witnesses’ watching in scarlet, saying “it is accepted”

One man’s life is shared with all, roasted with the fire of life

This is reasonable in the eye of the mitzvah 

Why should we conform to another law or submit oneself to another government,

How then can we prove what is good, acceptable and perfect?

About the Author
Adewale
Author: Adewale
A passionate follower of Christ and the kingdom, Ade desires to see more Christians embrace their citizenship.
Recent blogs


We use cookies

Cookies are files saved on your phone, tablet, or computer when you visit a website. We use cookies to store information about how you use the website and to improve your experience. You can decide whether you want to allow cookies or not. However, if you decline our recommended settings this may impact the use of some of the functionalities of the site.