
The hands that made me
Nailed to a tree.
A heart without hate
Pierced for love’s sake.
The voice that spoke life
Silenced in death.
The light of the world
Darkness kept.
Many bones broken.
Water and blood intertwined.
His body lay limp.
Silence.
Silence.
Listen closely.
What do you hear?
A breath.
Hands with scars unwrap funeral cloth.
A broken heart beats again.
The word speaks
Light breaks through rock cracks.
Christ has won his joy.
It’s you.
It’s me.
Everything bad is being undone.
Everything good is being made new.
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