He Walked Once Again
Touch me..
feel me-
for I am alive again,
with you...
"You watched Me suffer in violence
for three long hours.
You were made to keep in silence;
for the moment was lost.
You wept as I wailed in pain from
the torment only hell can desire,
You kept My memory safe from
the anguish of evil's fire."
His mangled hands and feet,
healed...
The slashes on His ribs,
mended with mercy...
A Friday was made good,
and on Sunday He rose form the tomb-
the forgiveness of sins prevails as
He walked once again.
April 9, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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