A Light Beyond the Grave The world grew quiet as love stepped willingly into the weight of our brokenness and carried it into the dark. What seemed like an ending was a gathering of sorrow into mercy, a holy patience in the dust. The grave learned it could not hold what was born of light, and morning opened its eyes. In the rising, death was not denied but transformed, and even now the shadows remember Him and loosen their grip.

The Grave Was Slightly Open What Came Out Shocked Them 😨 #shortvideo