Peter's Tale
By Connie Sychowski

I see Him there
Upon that hill
so far away
and yet so still…

He there.

They haven’t taken Him yet…
My LORD, they haven’t taken Him yet!

The sun will set so very soon
They come to take My Lord
Why do I not cry out…
WAIT- do not take my Lord

But I am silent.

They’ve pierced His side
Water pours to the ground
Not a bone could they brake
not a noise made a sound
I was silent in my grief

I had failed My Lord.

And yet… He Arose!!!
On that Third Day
Defeating Deaths Hold
Taking the Key from the Grave

Ascending on High
To His Father’s Right Hand
Empowering Us with the Holy Ghost
To reunite this Land.