Salvations call beckons,
the soil embraces my cold flesh like an old friend,
the life that once flowed through my veins now drains out through the holes on my throat,
no resurrection,
no second chance,
I’m a son of man,
not a fictional character in an over exaggerated book,
but what if believing made it true?
would you let me be your Jesus?
do you believe in me?
do you need the faith?
do you need me?
then reach out,
reach out and believe in me!
now get down,
get down on your knees and believe in me!
