Friday, March 25, 2016

Alive: Five Minute Friday

Not my image. I got it from Facebook. 
ALIVE! 
Nearly Easter.
Nearly a celebration.
Nearly Risin.
But first, torture, ridicule, mocking, blood, beatings and death.
For us.
He endured it all for each of us.
We did this. Our sins, our willful disobedience, our lack of character and strength.
Death. A horrible, lengthy, preplanned, predetermined.
A purposeful, meaningful, and necessary death.
Sacrifice.
With perfection.
Perfect obedience.
Perfect timing.
Perfect love.
Perfect saving sacrifice.
Then buried in a tomb,
In the dark,
Waiting.
And on the third day,
ALIVE!

HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!


2 comments:

  1. #63 on FMF. Visiting. I liked your poem. well written and just... enjoyed it. :)

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    1. Thank you for stopping by. I am glad you enjoyed it.

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