Hosanna Shout

As the morning approaches on the horizon,
I thought and wondered, was it part of your creation?
The moment the sun again sits and rises,
The same thought and it never misses.

The things I knew were sometimes blurry,
In a world full of erroneous and lots of worry.
I sometimes make a substitute of thy spirit,
While doing the best knowledge as I teach it.

Joy and Laughter, I shouted as we all party,
Never understood that a short life we need to hurry.
Trouble I could find while the world was on my head,
The teaching that I learn felt empty while in bed.

I listed all the possibilities of how my life might end,
Yet I never learn how the teaching must be spent.
The last shout would never be in joy and Laughter,
While in the end the shout "Hosanna" was all that matter.

- Jerry Nuñez Bustillo
From a thought about the definition "Save Us"