Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday Poem by Royston Allen
Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday
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
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4/23/2024 8:20:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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!