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Red, Black and White


Red Blood trickles down the His body Down His innocent, pure face His hands were pierced on wood A crowd cheers “Crucify! Crucify!” They wanted nothing, but His death His followers cry and plead The Guards listen and laugh and continued on. He knew that this had to be done, So he did not fight against fate. He felt God’s wrath, so People undeserving may have a chance at Cleanliness and eternal life. Blood continued to drip, drip, and drip I bet if you were Him, You would scream, yell, curse and bring vengeance. No, while He was bleeding on two pieces of wood that symbolized death He only said “Forgive them father, for they no not what they do.” Jesus was all about the forgiveness and peace. He took a sip of water from a sponge, the guards have provided Then He gave up His life. Jesus died. Black Darkness flood, when they had put Jesus in his resting place. When the enemy heard news of the Messiah’s death, He believed that they had won. But little did they know, That this obstacle was all part of a greater plan. Jumping and celebrating is what the Devil and his demons did. Two days had gone by and nothing. They believed that his crown was gone forever. Impossible! The king of the Jews shall live forever. White Day number three, following His death There was movement and bright lights. The Earth, created by our God, was violently shaking. Women had hurried to Jesus’s tomb. A wonderful surprised awaited. Jesus, glowing brighter than the stars at night, With a smile on His face, greeting the women He wanted them to go and spread the word. Jesus Resurrected! The enemy was not happy with the news. He conquered the grave and nothing will stand His way.
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David DeHavilland
<p>Highly talented poem, and rendition of Christ's suffering, and victory over death, hell, and the grave.</p><p>The picture you posted is very powerful. &nbsp;May every believer and non-believer take a long look. &nbsp;Very annointed, indeed.</p><p>Thank you for sharing your love for The Savior of The World.</p><p>Sincerely, David Devilland</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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