He Ascended Into Heaven In White Clad
With His arms wide open and His head bowed low
He prayed to His Father, without making a show
Two thieves at His side, one repented one not
Savior of this world, gave it all He got
They placed Him in a tomb and rolled up the stone
all that was left of Him was flesh and bone
"Mary, why do you cry? " He softly asked her
she saw Him in full view & her heart began to stir
He left His body and flew through the sky
unrestrained, for He refused to die
Yes He rose from the dead and for that we are glad,
barefooted He ascended into heaven, in white clad.
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