Dedicated to my big sis, Mina.
Slabs of wood-
Harmless things-
Form a cross.
Each splinter
Dyed red
As the Savior of the world
Hung.
"Something is wrong"
Their hearts cried,
Even though with their mouths
Came sounds of joy.
"Something is wrong"
The world stood silent;
Mourning,
Watching,
As Jesus Christ was laid in a tomb
And sealed with a stone.
"Where is your Savior now,"
Many men mocked
"Where is the son of God now?!"
Evil rejoiced,
Thinking he was gone,
Dead.
Seemingly defeated, like any man.
People mourn
As their hope was lost
As the light dimmed.
All they could see,
Was pain.
Many were left wondering;
Left confused
"How could He be gone?
How could the only one who cared
And knew,
-Truly knew-
Be gone?
The world cried out
As their only hope
Was laid in darkness.
It seemed
As if it were all over;
No hope,
No light,
And no one-
To save them
Because the man that could,
The light of the world,
Was dead.
On that third day,
Hearts that were heavy
Seemed to lift
As Heaven cried out with joy.
The dark lightened as people-
Finally people saw-
The truth;
He rose.
Even death could not claim him.
He rose.
When you're down that path
Where darkness swallows you
And it just won't end-
And it just gets WORSE.
When everything is hopeless
And lost.
And pain just seems coming.
When all you want to do is scream,
Run, and give up.
Don't.
Because even through all that pain,
When all hope seemed lost.
Like death had defeated Him,
He rose.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoetrySometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
