He had no servants, yet they called him master.
He had no degree, yet they called him teacher.
He had neither medicines nor a doctor, yet they called him healer.
He had no army, yet kings feared him.
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world.
He ruled no nations, yet they called him king.
He had no wife, yet he’s the bridegroom.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet he lives today.
Let's lift our voices,
And Rejoice,
For in His resurrection, We find Hope and Peace.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
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