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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Poem 192: He Has Risen. Indeed.

I pulled him back when he first told me
that he planned to follow through
to be the sacrifice of life for sins done by me and you.
I begged him please, "Oh, do not go!
Do not be brave! Find other ways!"
But in reply he told me, "Child, this is why I'm here today."

And so my dearest love, 
I'll wash your blood off with my tears
Resting head upon your shoulder 
I'll make your feet clean with my hair
Do not be burdened any longer
for the past has been complete
Thanks for dying and for living 
And for deeply loving me.


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