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Easter Truth

Friday, March 25, 2016

 

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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