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An Easter poem about the sweetest blessing, the miracle of His Only Son. |
| The Almighty’s blessing, His loving and merciful Jesus, Was besieged By great horror. Foes would spew forth A hateful and cruel villainy. But Jesus would venture out - And move sinners With the highest aura. There would emerge From that woeful tomb The Holiest Entity. An unrivaled spirit Who bore the tragic duty And gut-wrenching drama. Rising to the vision Of a glowing witness... And the structuring of souls Based on Christ would exude A burgeoning passion. The joy and wonder Of His glorious Home. |