3rd day truth

3rd day truth

A Poem by RuseInex
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glorious phenomenon ~ 2k ago

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he lay on stone bed thoroughly dead

satan laughed loud in full view of his wicked breed

victory he thought 

humanity now his 

killed the lamb by hand of man 

his own entwined 

poison spirit evil 

commingled with mind of man 

nailed jesus to roman cross

fully died in history


then the Lord did appear below

in very depths of hell

he spoke the truth to the devils there

and satan again rebelled

spent his rage on his beelzebubs and baphomets

how they not prevent the son of man

from this visit through the gates of hell

into his own domain permitted


while the corpse of jesus lay 

on earth's surface stone

tomb encrypt watched by roman guards and angels

satan's own appointed watched too


for on the 3rd Day,

by His Father so appointed

from creation's foundation

with divine power no mortal mind can fathom

the body of the crucified son

filled with Life Itself

resurrected with burst of Light 

akin to mini atom bomb 

beyond the brightest stars' intensity combined

his image imprinted upon 

the linen cloth that covered him


jesus, the lord walked outside 

and mingled with men

and then returned to his throne 

awaits for another appointed date

return to earth, reclaim his own


demons quaked in fear

their leader satan filled with rage

plotted schemes to underwrite 

lies profound 

formed of hell's pitch and tar 

of death's smooth talk

filled minds then and now excuse away

phenomenon of God's Grace, 

message of eternal worth


veil between God and man

of temple now is torn

seal sign contractual promise' worth

man may now restored 

to life eternal path

by the way of his resurrection 

and his help 

to anyone available 

by choice

man upon his earthly death 

may enter in to God's Domain

© 2016 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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