Lyna Goodhue Poems

A stately march to some is she
But some from whirling discord flee.
To some a sombre dirge plays slow
Devoid of melody or glow.
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"My Lord and my God," Thomas had cried
As he witnessed the scars on the Lord who had died,
"See my hands and my feet and the scar in my side.
I'm not a ghost, I've come back alive."
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He came to earth in human form
That man through Him could be reborn
With His blood our sin erased
Our sin put Him in that place.
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