Crucifix of Christ

Sat, 04/09/2016 - 14:30 -- jrabine

When we thought we were blest,

HE sent us tests.

When we couldn't stay close,

HE arose.

When we were slaves,

HE came to save.

We tried to survie,

then HE died.

We were chained,

but HE came.


Love remained.


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