When the sun is below horizon
On the fourteenth day of the first month
Remember Pure Lamb's blood brushed
Upon the doors to save
All the first borns
From Judgment's grave
Then a strict seven days
Of eating Pure unleavened bread
The only type free of sin
Pierced on its sides
Meaning much more than its food
An inner filling He provides
And with a full heart
Bring Your choices of fruit
One without blemish or complaint
But with reverence and submission
Offered to the One True King
Who is deserving of recognition
In His harvests of spring
Three rehearsals are revealed
The Passover Lamb
With Life in the Blood
The Bread of Life
Appeasing the lack
The Best of the offerings
Debt paid in Full
The Only Perfect Son of God
Jesus, Yeshua, Salvation
Accomplished all
And does the will of The Father still
Three fall Feast day He will fulfill
more on this here: https://www.upperroom.site/passover-feast-of-unleavened-bread/
and on my deviantart post: https://www.deviantart.com/slexiner/art/Feasts-of-the-Spring-Harvest-913370826
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Summer 2022 Poems
PoetryWith spring semester finished early, I was able to have time to write poetry. It's miscellaneous ranging from poems about racing games and Optimus Prime, to ones about Passover. CC-BY-NC-ND (Cover photo by Larisa-K on Pixabay)
