Resurrection
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The skies grew dark
this day, anxiety stretched under the blanket of darkness.
On bended knees they all gathered round at the bottom of the c r o s s
realizing what they'd done to the Son of the Father. Jesus gazed at their grief
some hatred and others a vision of tortured souls full of , grief, and anguish
and sounds of raining tears; all they could see was the blood- stained c r o s s,
they forgot that He was a gift for us all. Once more He arose on the third day
to be seen only to those chosen ones who spoke, ate, and drank with Him,
to receive Him back as Lord. After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them,
He was taken up to heaven to sit at the right hand of
The F a t h e r. Through H i s death and
R e s u r r e c t I o n
He reconciled us
with deep love
back to the
Father.
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2023
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