Of blood and pain
Your water and life
As you gave yourself
In an action of love
Your pain sweeping over
Our black stained world
Breaking the curses
Of sin and shame
Heaven roared
And the rents tore
The dead arose
For the work was done.
Cursed Satan had lost,
Our blessed Jesus has won
On that cross as he hung
Praise the name of the Lord.
Beautiful morning,
As heaven looked upon the earth
The savior is risen
The power has quickened him from death
Shining with glory
As he arises.
The world Is finally saved.
Hallelujah!
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
