His Story, Our Story, But Only a Little Bit
Nailed on the cross
He carried
Lived his life on God, His Father's, terms
And buried in a donated tomb
He rose
Living word
He forgave
And He bled
And He loved
That was yesterday
Today He whispers Bible verses
Of comfort and consolation
A man and a woman
Joined in Holy Matromony
And our Lord is the middle unmovable string
A braided rope
A Cord
A connection never severed
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2008
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