Tag: Easter poem

• When Hope Died

  Oh it was bleak Those days in between. When hope was dead. Not wounded or missing, ill or asleep but dead. Lamb followed freely to the execution tree And before their own eyes, hope breathed his last. Spear pierced in, evidence poured out Body was lowered, wrapped-up, entombed. Hope said it himself, with final exhale:…

  rachelallord

  March 30, 2018

  faith, prayer

  Easter, Easter poem, hope, hope died, hope lives, Jesus rose, when hope died