Nailed it

Jesus is a state of mind,
A promise of the afterlife,
A puzzle piece encased in time,
A question mark of questioned crime.

Two thousand years of short shots at eternity,
Two thousand years of sprint from sin,
Two Thousand years of persecution,
Two thousand years of “search within.”

The timber starts to break apart,
Can we now climb up from the cross?
Can we now open hearted love,
Without the fear of lust or loss?

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