raising the dead in me

It’s Good Friday, and here is what I know….You poured yourself out into my desert,  and I am alive.

You spoke into my slumber,  and I am awake.

You sang your song to my heart, and I feel like dancing with the joy of it.

I was dead, as dead as you were on Good Friday.  But now, I am alive.  Alive in your sacrifice, alive in your love….found in your passion for me.  WE are alive.  Love is stronger than death, and you will continue raising me from the dead ….for the rest of my life.

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