No longer slaves -- 4/15/11

One day a while back a man carried a cross on a path
Hatred was thrown on His head, and he could hardly stand
for the bruises on his skin.

But He has inner strength no one can break.
The love of His father

She stands weeping then sees a man. He wonders at her
dismay. She says "My Lord was taken."
He says "I'm back once more."
He overtook the horrendous grave.
To death we are no longer slaves.