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In the presence of a light, so pure
Rising, ablaze, setting skies afire
They kneel to He who does endure
The sins of those who, once, held him higher

As dawn does break, awakening life
His hand lay heavy upon his heart
Those he trusted, instead, brought strife
And in turn, he must now depart

Come Friday morn, the maidens cry
They know what will happen soon
For this is the day their King shall die
When skies darken through afternoon

Watching as He makes his way
Carrying the cross He bears for all
His mother weeps, on this sullen day
And once again, her son does fall

Soldiers grow tired of this man, so frail
They call upon Simon to carry the weight
As the heavy wooden beam lay a trodden trail
With Jesus following, to seal his fate

Cries from the crowd, as He hangs from the cross
Though He hears not what they have to say
He speaks to His Father, but His words seem lost
Wondering, how He came to meet this day

He begs for mercy from Heaven above
While He forgives us through His pain
As we learn to embrace this unending love
The skies explode, in tears of rain

Two days pass, and the tomb lay still
As no one dare touch this sacred place
On the third day, moved the stone on the hill
Though empty, only shrouds, in its space

He has arisen, has come back from the dead
In fulfillment, watch, as He gathers His brethren
He’ll rise up, again, and glad tears will be shed
As we join Him, in the Kingdom of Heaven!

Happy Easter Everyone!  He has arisen! ❤

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