From the Dead
People were dumb like cake made from fruit
When Jesus they wanted to persecute
Ad hang Him on a cross until He died
Always having an excuse and alibied.
Why would people ever want to insult
Jesus by saying it wasn't their fault
Then look out of their window sill
And see Him dying high on a hill.
Number on him came to a total of three
Friend of Jesus one wanted to be
Talked to Jesus and was pleasant and nice
Then said, "You will be with me in paradise."
According to the very latest crave
Which was being buried in a cave
Out of respect to what had been done
Was so dark and couldn't see the sun.
Up to see His Father Jesus then went
And God understood what Jesus meant
When He stood up and finally said
Thank You for raising me from the dead.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013
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