I didn’t write this poem.  I don’t know who did…but to whoever did: Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!

I needed it.  And I love how it was portrayed.  

Again…Thank you.

Because of Him

It was Unthinkable.
Impossible.
Unfathomable.
Unprecedented.
A single Act
that changed History…
Possiblity…
Destiny.

He was
a Carpenter
A Teacher
An Outcast
A Leader…

Yet he did
What no Carpenter
Teacher
Outcast
Leader
Had ever done.

Like all who preceded him,
He lived
and he died.
But unlike all who preceded him,
He rose from the dead.
He lived again.

He lives!
And because he lives…
You, you, and you,
And she,
and he,
and they,
and we
All
Will live again.

Because of Him
Death has no sting.
The grave, no victory.

We can start again
And again
And again.

Because of Him
Guilt becomes Peace
Regret becomes Relief
Despair becomes Hope.

Because of Him
We have second chances,
Clean slates,
New beginnings.

There is no such thing
As the end…

Because of Him.

 

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