Victory

The breeze blowing on my face, the sun shining down,
The trees gently rustling, the birds joyful song,
It is happy to be young today, it is good to be free,
I should just lie down on the ground and sigh,
A long happy sigh, because this day is a gift from Him,
Today it is good to laugh it is right to sing,
I should shout for the King of Kings in celebration
cause He won


I didn't get to blog on Easter, so that was my Easter poem. Praise the Lord, He rose! The Victory is His, and, unbelievably wonderfull in the amazingness of it, its mine too!

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