Risen
With arms wide open up towards His father
He did go
Summoning the angels, as they raised Him
He radiated earth, with afterglow !
Loving eyes once pierced
lie still,
instilled with Love and Over-Shine!
Fifty days of Pentecost,
and no, He never counted cost*
Holy flames of Faith upon their blessed heads
the consecrated flame of sweet anoint.
He rose and then He Reigned
King of all Kings from heaven's lair
A Father who deserves to be crowned
let us thank Him,
for we were lost
and now
we're found...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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