Things seemed hopeless
Things seemed bleak
Years of effort now crowned by defeat
Why had he left his childhood home
To as an itinerant the land to roam?
Just as all seemed filled with success
Betrayal and death left all plans a mess
But now a claim of a thing beyond belief
Made by comrades – while he suffered grief
How can their statements possibly be true?
For he saw the corpse and the burial too?
And as he said he will never believe
Jesus appeared – all his doubts to relieve
August Bible Poems #15