Walking on the shores of Galilee
He strode with sandaled feet
everywhere our dear Savior went
He left behind a fragrance sweet.
Walking each rough, dusty street
He had a smile on His face
For the troubled souls He'd meet
and heal them with mercy and grace.
As He walked the road to Calvary
with His body viciously beaten
He knew He was going for you and me
and yet said, "Father forgive them."
Then on that bright Sunday morn
He arose from the tomb His grave
now He lives the world to save
so we may live with Him eternally.
He lived, died, was buried and arose
He did this for He is the Heavenly rose.
-Patricia Lawrence
7-24-17
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