31 Mar

A Poem by Shannon Huetter

How dark and bleak that dreadful day,
When Death rejoices at His demise.
Comfort's been taken, no words could say
That our Savior is dead; O hear the cries!

For all seems lost and gone away;
Our hope is shattered and hangs by a thread.
Who would thus dare to enter the fray?
Not even the scattered sheep that He led.

But a light shone forth as the earth did quake,
For Death was not able His body to take.

The stone rolled away and burst forth Life
While the sting of despair was still yet rife.

For this is a story no mind could contrive...
Our Savior is risen, and He is Alive!

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