a makeshift carpet for a king,
voices shouting, "Blessed is He!
Blessed is He."
Yet soon the voices changed,
as they railed against his name.
No longer their words hailed
Him King of Kings.
Broken and betrayed,
His final hours racked with pain,
placed in someone else's grave,
and sealed away.
Entombed, the Savior slept,
while His friends in darkness wept,
grasping, struggling to accept
death's final say.
Night seemed without end,
then Heaven shook the earth again!
Death could not conquer Him!
He walked away...
He walked from death to life,
darkness drowning in his light.
pouring hope on broken lives...
Alive Today.
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