Blood stained the ground,
thunder made a crashing sound.
His body torn with skin ripped
all the wounds sore from being whipped.
Love was found in that blood
which seeped in our souls from the mud.
The rain stopped as His body taken away.
No other moment measured like on that day.
That love in that blood carried to the tomb
and broke the rock with a giant boom.
Light struck everywhere to the sky,
but this was not His last goodbye.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2019 14:30
- Comment from author about the poem: My Easter poem.
- Category: Religion
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Comments3
Clever write about the resurrection.
thanks
This was a great piece. His love is everlasting.
Persistence is key
🙂 thank you for your lovely comment.
Oh it's all appeared in strange script - not even Greek, but funny symbols!
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