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The cursed ground shakes violentlyThe sky goes dark – though it is day.Accusing foes stand silentlyIn awe behold the Truth the Way. God tears the veil – so all can see Rends wall that shrouds the Holy Place No longer heard a debtor’s plea Come! You who’re freed, behold His face. Your groaning nature’s overcomeBy thorns grown out of bloody dirt,Worn as a crown – to hail God’s SonThat joys instead of sighs be birthed. Come! Open eyes – like tombstones wide –Walk in – or stand outside and know… Read more Life