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EASTER

Crucified.

Between thieves.

Bloodied.

Tortured.

Innocent.

His crime? The age old story.

He scared those of lesser brain.

Dared to shift his perspective to a higher plane.

A sacrifice, inevitable though tragic, a life for our lives.

And, on an exhalation of weakened breath, his final question.

"Why have you forsaken me?"

I'm still not sure I understand, or have an answer.

 

CH 2018 

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Wood

Mon 2nd Apr 2018 01:01

Hello

thank you for sharing your Easter day.

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