Between Good Friday and Easter Sunday
He's dead! I cannot believe that He just died.
They beat Him and had Him crucified.
Now He's gone. The One I used to follow.
Without Him life is now bleak and hollow.
What shall I do and where shall I go?
You tell me what to do, for I don't know.
My world has fallen apart and crashed
My hopes all pulverised and dashed.
............to be continued
See He's alive
poem by Royston
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