Pierced by our iniquity
Nailed to our failure
Arms stretched out to the horizons with forgiveness' embrace
His final breath a prayer
Darkness
Desolation
Hope is lost
Even the sun puts on a shroud of mourning
Then Sunday
A light burns once again in the darkness
As women through eyes cloudy with tears stumble upon the scandal of life
He is not here.
He's Alive!
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