From Victim To Victor - Poem by Mary Ryan
The words of the crowd seemed to seal His fate
Some would call Him victim of mans’ cruel hate
Along a dusty road, He made His way
Knowing that He was to die that day
But the world was wrong; not a victim was He
He was a victor, come to make us free
Out of the grave, He lives again
Offering us a new life to begin
From victim to victor, like Christ, we live again!
No more to let the plans of Satan overcome and win!
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