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arise

there is a stirring in the wind

the wings of an angelic dove

with love

solace by a early morning spring

hearts will implode to a reasonable episode

whispers

down the cobblestone walkway

waiting

there cometh a man with a wooden cross

a lone helper tok it for a while

he would climb on step at a time

sought through love

from the hands of time

alone for a while in his stead

crys heard from Golgotha's sight

Mother Mary crying by the side

along with that of brother James

the flames of agony were put out once for all

putting all our sin on that cross

this was no tragic loss

for in three days he would rise

Herod once tried to snuff him out

philosophers chose to see him as a blemish nor a spot

they spit in his face

they pulled his beard

made him wear a crown of thorns

sound the alarm

the prongs of whom stripes i am healed

we all should yield to his humble spirit

at last was fulfilled spoken by the prophet Jeremiah

there is none but higher

mock him

put him to scorn

some try to curse the very day he was every born

but he has forgiven in spite of the sin that was put on him

yet the yoke of tyranny will not be taken from us

his dominion is the everlasting dominion that shall not pass away

a dominion that shall not be destroyed

for he yoke is easy & burden is light

never relent to ever give up on the fight

Jesus