Royston Allen

Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday - Poem by Royston Allen

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. be continued
See He's alive

Topic(s) of this poem: easter

Comments about Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday by Royston Allen

  • Clarence PrinceClarence Prince (4/15/2017 9:40:00 AM)

    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! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2017

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