By: Briana Steadman, age 12
Three men
Three crosses
The night is Death
One, A king
One, A repentant robber
One, A prideful robber
Two, guilty
One, not
All dead
Boom! Boom! Rip!
One curtain
Torn in two,
While the Thunder
Shows its Power
Three days pass
One tomb
As empty as a heart without Jesus
The stone rolled away
Two guards, knocked out
Two angels, Gods messengers
One crucified man
Now alive
His robe, as Bright
As heavens gates,
Bright enough
to blind You
Sent to earth
to Save
The world.
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