Nothing too profound, just the day before Easter that brought a few observations to mind about Jesus.
In Between Death and Resurrection
He went to hell for a
day
His destiny not
completed
His time on Earth was
thirty years
Before he started his
ministry
Yet he had always been
No more to roam among
men
Cold, gone but not
finished
Lying in wait for the
spirit
To meet the body again,
He walked a strange
road
That was one entry
Looking for the reentry
The light at the end of a long tunnel
Would come with the
first ray
Of morning light
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