He Rose Poem by Randy McClave

He Rose



From death's Prison,
He has risen.
We celebrate it with a feast,
He has been released.
As though a trumpet's decree,
We all are free.
Life now truly begins,
He had died for our sins.
For our sadness and our woes,
He arose.

Randy L. McClave

Sunday, April 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: easter,good friday,jesus,salvation
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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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