Christ Cried. - Poem by Broken Shell
Living eternal truth shed tears.
Love's heart breaks like bread and wakes the dead.
'Lord, if it's you, bid me come! '
Waves of water with wails of wind.
'Come' (He said.)
With a loud voice, 'Come forth! '
'Loose him and let him go.'
Graveclothes gone. Woman where are your accusers?
Why seek the living among the dead?
Rocks roll away revealing endless life inside!
Yet touched with the feelings of our infirmities,
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