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Writer's pictureDebbie Salter Goodwin

Easter Truth


Jesus was dead.

He had no pulse

or breath.

Blood no longer coursed,

Congealing instead.

There were no brain waves or nerve action.

His face, a clay mask;

His limbs stiffening as sticks.

Death, With its utter stillness

And smell,

Closed hard like a jail door Because . . .

Jesus

was

dead.

If God can resurrect A body death-possessed, What resurrection

is possible for you?

c debbiegoodwin 2016

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