What Season Is It?

He called for a drink
But was given spite

He was called King
But on a Crown of thorns

The only source of life we so need
Yet we slain the lungs of Him

We thought we killed him
But we was awakened by power of His own

The grave felt the Heartbeat of its creator
And lifted its hands to the Rising of its maker

His birth is our only hope
His person is Christ

© Favour Emeakama
December 2, 2017

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