The first day of the week
Came calling,
You dressed on fine robe
Smiling and nurturing grudges in your heart.

Forgiveness a fairy tales to you
Your heart spanks you to let go
But you yielded not,
Consumed by fury of your foolishness.

Who did this to you?
You are crawling and walking in faith
Blindfolded by the doctrines of the world
Are you a slave or free born?

Your fate is fated to doom
If you don't retrieve your steps
Souls are wailing in purgatory
Wishing if they had known.

Be Christlike, not church-like
The fruits of the spirit keeps no wrongs
It manifest love and forgiveness
Bearing one another.

Beware of the gimmicks of the evil one
He came to steal, kill and destroy
Never give him a chance,
Your soul is priceless.