Table Hope

A tremble.

A shake.

His limbs go weak.

The table before Him,

brings into clear view:

The night when blood poured

for me and you.

Yet, more than this,

His heart remembers.

For three days after,

it became more than surrender.

Conquered, and slain, and trampled too,

death was no match as He rose for you.

This is our hope.

It is not just a phrase.

Hope has a name,

and it has beaten the grave.

Christ our Savior is Risen today.

 

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