
Resurrection transforms
Every fiber of one’s being,
Even if it means being
Beaten to death for social justice.
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. Resurrection does not erase the cost of discipleship…it transforms the meaning of sacrifice. This poem reflects on the quiet courage to stand for justice, even when faithfulness demands everything. Some bodies are broken. The witness endures.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.



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