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They had been so sure.
They had seen His works,
Heard His words,
Felt His compassion,
It had revived their souls.

They KNEW He was the One,
Mysterious though He was.
Still, He was the Deliverer and Rescuer,
Their Forgiver and Redeemer.
The One who would throw off the powers of oppression.

He had been LIFE to them.
But LIFE had been killed.
HOPE had been cut off.
The LIGHT had been snuffed out.
It was over.

He wasn’t just their Messiah.
He was their Friend, their Brother, their Son.
They saw His anguish, and their own hearts broke.
They saw His suffering and their own bodies racked with pain.
Now it was over and the numbing ache set in.

Something in them wanted to hope.
They knew He had alluded to this when He was with them.
But how could they hope?
What was there to hope FOR now?
He was dead.

Death is the end of the story.
The proof it’s over.
The one thing stronger than Hope.
Stronger than Love.
Stronger than Life.

Or is it?

‘He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, for the Lord has spoken.’ -Is 25:8 ESV

“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” -1Cor 15:55 NIV