His love was nailed upon the cross that day
I watched.
They laughed at Him, not knowing who He was
I cried.
They tortured Him and left Him there to die
I ran
My sin had killed the Son of God, our Lord
I hid
I lost two days in darkness and in fear
He slept
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Day three then came, His tomb was but a shell
He rose again, His foe was now in hell
My sorrow turned to joy, my gift was free
Lord Jesus died that day then rose for me!
***I rewrote this poem from one I had written a couple of years ago, attempting to blend different poetic meters. For me, loss and sorrow has no rhyme or reason, which is why I chose to use a strange meter combination. The joy of Jesus' resurrection brought peace back into the world (if just for a short time) and to me that means an upbeat, faster rhythm. I hope you enjoy!***
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