Reshma Ramesh - Savior

I arrive for your last will,
Rushing the wind along,
My white veil brown with mud,
As it drags along the ground,
Wet with rain and my tears,
I push the men in arms aside,
I am kneeling at your side,
Grief from my face retreat,
I am happy to be by your side
.
By the power of love I hold,
The arm of cruel guillotine
Before it falls on our love.
Warmth of devotion and the
Smile on our lips, the song
In our heart stops the arm
In midair and he bows,
Angels he can see dancing,
Around the bundle we are in.

The multitudes now cry
For in the sky there is a
Brilliant star
For the savior on the day
The judgment day
The promised Day of Judgment

Reshma Ramesh

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