He Died To Save
He came to save.
But the cross was the crux
Of the Father's dire demand.
So he went.
He came to give life,
But was lifted, left on a tree,
Hanging in the singeing sun.
So he died.
He came to reap,
But the fruit must first die,
Buried in the belly of the earth.
So he budded..
He sprouted the third day,
Fruited—a hundredfold, and more.
Still fruiting because
He came to save.
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