A poem for Easter. Words from The Sunday Whirl.
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Life to me
Dimly see
Lost I be
Have been to me
Lock, stock
Rusty key
A pit to stand
Drowned I am
A rescuing hand!
Please
An offering man?
Lamb, silent lamb
And then He
And then I am
After Him
A petal bend
Soft and new
Different stand
Again I am
Risen
Saved
Empty grave
Alive
Alive