April 5, 2017 It Was Foretold Tables turned Coins scattered Spark a murderous rage Caiaphas hatches a plan To kill just one man His anger to assuage Pilate is his pawn Still Jesus rose at dawn Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comment: 1
