PASSOVER

Past

The blood of a lamb is applied on doorposts and lintel

The sentence of Death overridden, Judgement passes over

Four Hundred years of slavery ended.

All the riches they can carry on their backs, back pay for services rendered.

Future

The Blood of The Lamb applied on sinful natures

The sentence of Death overridden, Eternal Life for believers

Six Thousand years of slavery to sin ended

Riches beyond imagination, Grace undeserved.

Past

The blood of a pig coursed through my veins

The sentence of death would be a kindness

Years of my abuse ended

Their lives are richer without me

Future

The Lamb will judge me for what I've done

To burn in Hell would be terrible

To be apart from them forever, even worse

I was the richest man alive, a family I didn't deserve

What did I do with it?

I PASSED OVER.