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Apr 2015
Overcome by debt,
Which my Heavenly Father paid
by hanging with my sins and sorrow
on a rugged cross

I pushed the nails into His hands as passionate, red blood flowed out
and I pulled down the crown of thorns farther into His head with every selfish deed I committed

By my regressions He died,
and when He was gone,
so was a part of me too,
for I was His & made brand new

When the cave could conceal Him no longer,
He rolled the stone aside,
He's alive! He's alive! He's alive!

By strength in him,
my stone started to move,
the sunlight began to appear,
I was dead no longer,
and I was alive in Him

This earth is a car transporting me to a joyous adventure
This place isn't my home
Not now,
not ever
Happy Easter. He is risen.
Meg Howell
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Meg Howell  Georgia
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