At the foot of the Lord’s cross
Night offers me the loneliness
Get away from the sound of laughter
Forcing me to look into God’s face
Forcing me to carve a cry
Reminiscing about God’s wounds
Because sin is dancing happily
Because pride is beyond measure
Because of my pride colonized You
While your cry painted on your face
Is it still appropriate for me to ask for a million prayers?
Is it still worthy of me to hope for forgiveness of sins?
Rini Valentina
Writer
Indonesia
