Christians are happy
That Jesus Christ came on Earth
To save everybody.

Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Lord Jesus Christ
Whose teachings were
Truly a treat and
He preached love and grace
Saved the human race and
In his love we find our peace
In Lord Jesus Christ our souls release.

A song played by so many,
Heard in infinite variations, 
Violence and oblations,
Beyond our mortal stations,

The Triune of the universe,
King and Lord of all,
The worthiest source, 
Insight into shining truth,

Warmth and life,
Enhances us into enlightenment,
The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities,

Oh the Triune, King of the Universe. 
So many pray to be pluralists, 
Hoping for pluralist babies,
Praying for purple Daisies,

Looking at the mobius strips,
Where to even start?
What wisdom there is to impart?

Looking through prisms at,
The bluest of contraptions,
Through Goya's mixed abstractions,
Picasso's representation of reality,

Worked our way down the path,
A room that cannot be found,
A path that confuses and confounds,
A sin of pride sung by the bride,

Are these the stations?
The death of our nations,
Is it the deviations?

Calvin speaks of pre-destination,
Disbelief in oblation,
Summaries above his station,
Where is he now, what is now?

Every seed upon a rock,
Every foundation upon the vultures,
Lacking stability to advise the manufacture,

Trapped in a catatonic daze,
Disguising the onward march of fate,
For when time will count the date, 
Rue the day when we ruminate about space,

Amplified Polar neuron twitches,
Passing us by with bipolar switches,
Uncoupling and unhitches,
Welted stitches falling apart,
The fool now plays his miserable part,

I know there was a room I couldn't find. 
Did it ever manage to demystify?
Is this how the events arrived and came by?

With songs played by so many,
Heard in infinite variations, 
Violence and variations,

The Triune of the universe,
King and Lord of all,
That the worthiest source, 
Insight into shining truth,

Warmth and life,
Enchants us into enlightenment,
The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities.
For you are my refuge and security.

My soul is slowly dying,
Flesh is wriggling and writhing, 
Teeth chattering and gnashing,
My spirit will be no more,

Who do you think can forgive you?

When my form is silence,
Inanimate and pale,
Stone cold and  dry walls,
When life is no more,

Who do you think can forgive you?

And see my spirit is starving,
Destitute and poor,
Longing for evermore,
When the Earth will be no more,

Who do you think will raise you?

When we're laid to rest,
Alone & cold, shattered bones,
Present in the wind & stillness,
Longing for the Lamb to witness,

Who do you think will raise you?

And when the Earth is renewed,
Our souls & spirits rent,
Long arrears now due,

Will the Lamb witness you? 
Who do you think will forgive you?

When the world is laid to rest, 
And the new Earth is brought, 
As you were bought and sold, 
To the Lamb,
Who now owns you,
Who do you think will forgive you?

And your words were written,
Now your words are written,
And your word was flesh,
Our crimes rend by your grace,
I trust my life in your hands,
For you purchased it,
After the passion,
The slaughter at Calvary,
How could you forgive me? 

How could an ode be written to you, 
Am I just lukewarm water to you?
Please, I beg of you.
Hosanna in the highest.