based on the Luke's version of the resurrection
Greeting the genitive glow, the
graceful group of Mary’s gathered to go to the glistening garden with their
grieving gift; grainily ground gums.
Going into the glum graveyard, the
graceful group gasped. The grave’s
gigantic granite gateway – gone!
The group gazed into the gaping
grave.
Gleaming gents gently gestured the
graceful group to give-ear. Gregariously, the gents gabbed:
God-in-human-guise, the Galilean
guru’s goal ---- grow and guide a group with the galvanizing grip of God’s
grace. Go through gritty grime of gross
gestures, be gruffly goaded, and gravitate to gory gutting by guileful, gutless,
and greedy – guides, gurus, generals, and governors- guys generating guilt on God-in-human-guise.
Guilty!
So, gruesomely gutted!
Good Friday gone --- a grave
grovelling ghost --- then genuine glorified regeneration!
Grasping the Gospel the graceful group,
-giggling, grateful and glad- gossiped the guargantum good news to the
Galilean guru’s guys. The guys,
gob-smacked, glowered at the graceful group, guessing the group gullible to the
gents’ gabbings.
Good grief guys. Get-with-it! It’s
God’s greatest gift of grace generously given!
Grappling the Gospel, Peter
galloped, got going to the grave. The
guy, gloriously greeted by ground-breaking goodness. The grave, gaping!
God-in-human-guise’s good grace,
growing. Groovy!
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