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The Agony of Christ
| His pristine blood gushed from His virgin wounds While a crown of thorns pressed deeply down His flesh The tingle of whips crawled all over His body The pain from the punctures through His feet and palm His thirst quenched only by a damp cloth Were the agonies Jesus endured on the day of His crucifixion. His death on the cross meant His utmost love for us To save and cleanse us from the mud of sins. After three griefful, melancholic days He rose from His grave as what had been written Ascended to heaven and judge the living and the dead. His rebirth and resurrection meant new hope— A good news to His believers and disciples And the words spread throughout... Written for: "April 10 Poem--Free day"  in "Dew Drop Inn" and "The Lighthouse Poetry Contest" Prompt for "Dew Drop Inn" : Free day—a topic or focus of your own choosing! (And this might be free verse, too! Or not! Exercise your free will!)Prompt for "The Lighthouse Poetry Contest" : The Resurrection of Jesus Christ [using the words GOD/JESUS, RESURRECTION, BODY, REBIRTH, DEATH, LOVE]2nd Placer Form: Free Verse 14 lines | 122 words | 668 characters 04/10/22 09:27am EDT |
