He is risen. The gift of redemption completes the basket within the depths of my Easter basket.
A big bucket of shells wrapped in a batch. I wouldn’t dare count all my chickens before they hatch.
Life is renewed when this Sunday has spoken. Oh how I can’t wait to crack all of these shells open.
The children load all of their eggs in the baskets by the ton. One by one never outdone having fun.
During this time out I’ll never wanna go inside again. Redemption is how we rose again.
Sometimes the road to a new life is one way. I guess if we picked one day it would be this Easter Sunday.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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