Now from the sixth hour (noon)
there was darkness over all the land
until the ninth hour (three o’clock).
It is Friday
that Friday
darkness falls
yet there is light
that is never dimmed
that will not be overcome
that will rise from the grave
we are bearers, carriers
containers for that light
the empty place in which He dwells
thin as eggshells on the cusp of cracking
Sunday is coming
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We are fragile as egg-shells; yet, we're chosen containers of His powerful light...amazing isn't it?!
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