Literature
Risen
The Chains that held him bound,
the breath that felt it could crush,
one thousand times the weight.
Unseeable but felt,
taxing and labored,
drops of blood fell to the ground.
My God, my God, why hath thou forsaken me?
A Traitors kiss,
a crown of thorns,
how could anyone endure.
My God, my God, why hath thou forsaken me?
The trial was made, not found guilty,
but the crowd yelled Barabas!
Hauling the cross to Calvary,
Nailed and beaten he said The work is now done.
The toom was set,
his body gently laid,
Three days.
Sorrow filled their hearts,
the body was not there,
the linen neatly folded.
Where is he?
The stone move