He Has Risen!

He Has Risen! short poem

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His hands were punctured
His legs were broken
His body was mutilated
He was buried in full

He has risen on the third day, from the dead
He rose heavenward from the tomb
In the perfect form
Indicating He is the lord

As fresh as ever
As strong as any other person
As fit as every human being
As if He was never crucified

The demons of darkness were driven
The time to grief was over
The mourning too ended
The new era of the Jesus Christ begun

Woes of the world was over
World was overwhelmed
With a sigh of relief
With the joy of love

He lives
As the sign of purity
As the savior
As the Prince of peace

He is triumphant
He is the way
He is the hope
He is the driving force

He is the strength
He is rich in glory
He is the good shepherd
He is the heavenly Father

Dead can raise
Destiny may agree to revise
Anything can happen, if the lord gives concurrence
As the lord is beyond the laws of the Science!

With a sense of faith
When you pray, forthwith
Will of the lord works evergreen
With wonders world may not have seen!

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V.MUTHU MANICKAM

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Blessed with the chance to be nurtured with the nature, the Author hails from a small town, downhill the Western Ghats of India. He is a double Post Graduate -in Commerce and in Management and also a Graduate in law. He is a Civil Servant serving the Government of India in the rank of Deputy Commissioner. He has published 14 (Fourteen) Collections of poetry (in English). 11 Books were published during 2014, 2 during 2015 and 1 during 2017. These 14 eBooks cover a host of genres and are live at http://www.amazon.com/MUTHU-MANICKAM/e/B00QU55536.
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