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JTari 2
CRUCIFIXION
The day was warm and the stench from the bodies of the sweaty men
Was overpowered only by the sickening sweetness Of the blood of those three who hung upon crosses On the hill.
They asked for Barabas, and, Pilot, washing his hands,
Which would never be clean, if he washed them a thousand times over, had given them Barabas.
And between two common thieves, had let them crucify the King.
The day was warm, with dark clouds chasing across the sky, Rolling out of them were angry peals of thunder And blinding flashes of lightning Renting the world asunder.
Never before and never since would there be such a day.
The night came on, the crowds moved away.
The callous guards laughed and joked and drew lots.
The dead ones hung bleeding from their crosses.
Then came a man to claim the body of the King;
To anoint it with oil and wrap it in burial cloth.
To place it in a tomb that had been prepared For the man himself.
Then came guards to the tomb to seal it with a great stone. This done, so that no one could come to steal The body away, they took up their all night vigil But other plans had been made for the body of the King.
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SUNRISE, EASTER
The day breaks and the glorious redness of the sun Ascends to its fullness in a misty blue sky.
A sleeping world stirs reluctantly not yet desiring To return to a realm of harsh reality.
To a place where just two yesterdays ago,
The Lord was nailed to a cross, was crucified A crown of thorns was placed on His head And the gash of a sword in His side.
But wait, wake up, this day He said He would arise From the tomb and go to His father in heaven!
Make haste, we must go to the place where he lies To see the miracle we?ve been given.
Now here, see the stone rolled away, the grave is empty! He died for us, so that we might live. And lives again His truth, as He told us, now and forever will live.
Awake, rejoice, for today He is risen!


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