We walked. The 2013 way of the cross
Following a piece of wood
The sun emitted more heat today,
And earth breathed dust.
But we walked.
A walk of blood and agony.
Sweetly did hunger play in our stomachs
And arrogantly did thirst dry our throats.
We followed an ideal
Like many did 1980 years ago
Our woes we put forth to it
Trusting the cross.
It was a Friday.
He we followed died. He was killed.
JESUS!!!
Three days later,
We celebrated. Our aims proved handy
We ate, compensating for the starving
He rose, he is risen,
Our burdens are cleansed,
Our faith established.
It is Easter time.
Making That Discovery Count: BEAUTIFUL STAIN: For futile yours will be when nothing is left to remind those later living of how useful you spent the short time, From your pot let them sip;Mark the world with your stain One to betray your trade,An adorable and beautifying one it should be.
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