Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday Poem by Royston Allen

Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday

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

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


............to be continued
See He's alive

Saturday, April 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: easter
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Clarence Prince 15 April 2017

Funny, His killers thought they were getting rid of Him, but that was His purpose into this world, He came to died for the saving of us all. Thanks for sharing!

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