[ Luke 24 ]
A lance pierced man
On yonder nail pronged tree
Thorn crowned king
Legion sneers from scornful eyes
The sky closed like a door
Forsaken near the moment
The ground gaped like a sore
The ground gaped like a sore
Showing the blood it ate
I remember a sound of a torn curtain
It ripped inside of me too
Graves creaking open on their hinges
Three days He sat in the earth like a root
Rising He wrenched the earth
Sifting the soil of its dead
The women came with spices
Did our hearts not burn within us?
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