Our Darkest Hour, Glory Found (a poem)


The darkest day for earth had come
From life to death, the cumbersome
a cross of death, his blood was shed
scourge of sin, a thorn pierced head.

the day was black, as black as sin
faith peeled away within the din
disciples fled and mourned aloud
hiding within the hostile crowd.

His body broke, and with it fell
the fall of man and sins dark spell
His gift of life, the lamb laid down
and with that hope our glory found!

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