From Easter 2021:
Red
Were the precious drops
Of blood that were shed
Upon that cross
Where the Savior bled
With my crown of thorns
Upon his head
To bring back to life
What once was dead.
Dark
Was the night
And my sins that lay
Buried with Him
In the grave I made
With weeping and sorrow
Waiting for day.
Light
Was the sky
Streaked with gold
As the very best story
Began to unfold
Death defeated
And lost its hold
And my heart was full
As hope arose.
“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.” ~ Matthew 28:6
Thankful today and everyday that Jesus is the embodiment of hope, the fulfiller of all our myths and all our longings that we have expressed in stories since the dawn of time.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” ~ John 1:5
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