by Michael C. Jones
Sunday, April 05, 2015
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To sum it up, Jesus Christ died, on the third day he rose. he ascending into heaven and He sits at the right hand of God, the Father almighty!
Robbed of a fair trial,
his rights and justice!
The prisoner said nothing,
he open not his mouth!
But as innocent as a new born baby's,
birth is into the world.
A week ago crowds praise his name.
cloaks and palm branches,
were strewn across the ground.
Hosanna, in the highest they cheered!
The council convicted and innocent man.
Sentenced him, crucified him and hung,
him on a tree, a cross for you and me,
naked for the world to see!
Satan was defeated at Calvary!
Jesus asked his Father God to forgive us,
for they know not what they do!
And Jesus said to his Father, God!
I commend my spirit to thee.
He conquered the grave, death and hell!
He rose again on the third day!
Sits forever at the right hand of God!
And making intercession for us.
As it was in the beginning,
now and everlastingly will be,
world without end!
the dancing poet