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The Great I Am was spat upon. Pharisees set him up;
enemies sold him down the river; his own brothers did not trust Him.
His best friends fell asleep when He pleaded with them to pray
But then He rose up from the grave.
I am not so great. When I am mocked, I turn away and smile.
People ignore my questions and neighbors close their shades.
Getting angry would mean I'm not trusting in my Lord.
One day I'll rise up from the dead
written November 12, 2016
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
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