THE BROKEN VEIN THAT BROKE THE VEIL By Miss Eunice O. ‘Who is worthy to open the book?’ Every hands jammed in a hook‘Who will go?’ Every lips went on hold, John wept so much Then ‘the Root of David’ stood thereof Voluntarily, the burden, He went forth, To bear and seven seals He loose thereon In a twinkling He could call Legions But never did, silence He was Spat on Him, slaps on He prayed instead for their wrought The strikes and thunders Both stirred their ‘wonder’ The darkness clouded, length and breath of the earth The first, last of its kind The one thick inch, Veil did tear. A free entrance it gave You and I today Blood for atonement, Dripping from His sides Water of healing, Tugged from his