Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday Poem by Royston Nella

He's dead! I cannot believe that He just died.
They beat Him and had Him crucified.
Now He's gone. The One I used to follow.
Without Him life is now bleak and hollow.

What shall I do and where shall I go?
You tell me what to do, for I don't know.
My world has fallen apart and crashed,
My hopes all pulverised and dashed.

We were a team, but now we're scattered
For our world's fallen apart and shattered
We listened to Him and obeyed what He said
Followed Him everywhere …. But now He's dead!

To be continued