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I found my Savior when he died passed from life, yet to rise surrounded by the ones who cared ready to move him to a tomb. Nature was the frame without asking me to look within where I've given up my sins with knowledge that he'd rise again. The garden held the station's crest put upon a bright green wall proceeded by twelve milestones with best as last, praise the Lord. Acceptance of the longest walk a day that saved this humble soul the stone showed the sacrifice while spring's rebirth foretold more. I'll stand here to declare his gift the covenant of God to men before I leave this gladed place to live again as Jesus did. © 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170426.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
To Live Again
I found my Savior when he died passed from life, yet to rise surrounded by the ones who cared ready to move him to a tomb. Nature was the frame without asking me to look within where I've given up my sins with knowledge that he'd rise again. The garden held the station's crest put upon a bright green wall proceeded by twelve milestones with best as last, praise the Lord. Acceptance of the longest walk a day that saved this humble soul the stone showed the sacrifice while spring's rebirth foretold more. I'll stand here to declare his gift the covenant of God to men before I leave this gladed place to live again as Jesus did. © 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170426.
The poem "To Live Again" was prompted by the All Poetry contest "2017 Winter Park Paint Out" (https://allpoetry.com/contest/2683165-THIS-WEEK--2017-Winter-Park-Paint-Out-Poetr). The inspiring painting, "Station of the Cross", was painted in oil by Charles Dickinson.
#stations#religion#easter
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
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