He cried a final cry, exhaled a final breath.
The veil, now torn in two, but what came next?
Jesus knew his fate; still he would go.
Love came down and took my place,
Perfect and pure,
It’s said white as snow.
One lonesome soldier knew,
Dared to speak aloud.
His words must have hushed
That sin filled crowd.
Women’s tears were falling,
as the sacrificial body turned cold.
“Surely this man was the Son of God,”
I hear it bold.
Was his cry what I imagine?
Or, was it hushed in awe and regret?
Did a tear escape his brutal eyes,
How long did he stare at the body hung dead.
For that one death would change the world,
For all who would believe.
When that veil tore in two
direct connection for me and you.
What we do next is personal,
From the silent prayer, to the discipleship call.
For the death that rocked the world that day,
Was the life that saved us all.
..and on the third day..He rose again.
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All are welcome and invited to take part in joining women around the world for Five Minute Friday! You will be given a prompt word, then simply take five minutes of your day to write a heartfelt, authentic message (no need to edit) using that word!