HE ROSE FROM THE DEAD.

My lord has risen,
My blessings increasing.
The story line I lead,
Telling how he rose from the dead.

Placed in a tomb not on bed,
While all his disciples fled.
Wasn't shocking cause he had said,
You would deny before I'm painted red.

My lord was crucified,
Unto a cross he was tied,
Even one of his disciples lied,
On realising this he cried.

As if the judges were blind,
Or the evil spirit they couldn't bind,
Atrocities of him they couldn't find,
Yet, Against him they lied.

He had to die,
To achieve a fulfilled purpose,
But my Lord is now on bed,
Not in the tomb,cause he rose from the dead.


I am Emmanuel
©2017.