A Son, a
God, the Creator and friend
A Man they remembered
as he broke with them bread
He taught,
they watch, and daily hearts grew
Building a faith
no Roman could subdue
Yet His
mission they knew only through living breath
Not seeing in
the end, He must surrender to death
So with tears
and fears he was nailed to a tree
Morning Earth's God they would no long see
That Easter morn came, the stone it did roll
Death became life and fulfilled His life’s
goal
What rose that first dawn was not just a man
But a God bearing hope proclaiming God’s
plan
The tomb it was empty, no soul was inside
Its emptiness crying out hope for mankind
Or two arthritic
hands death slowly plies apart
Two fallen soldiers
reaped under one shattering sound
Or cries of an orphan,
two boxes lowered to ground
This blessing
of life is a curse of death
Entombing our
love as we take our last breath
Is their
hope to be found as each end takes its hold?
As what was
lively and sprite turns quiet and cold
That Easter morn came, the stone it did roll
Death became life and fulfilled His life’s
goal
What rose that first dawn was not just a man
But a God bearing hope proclaiming God’s
plan
The tomb it was empty, no soul was inside
Its emptiness crying out hope for mankind
A God far
above His children He did make
For to life’s
tolling test were we sent to partake
And with us He
wept as each one of us dies
Awaiting that
first rising in the meridian of time
The hopes of
his creation lay with His first Son
The faith in
a Child from before the world was
And with
that first Easter, not just we, but He was saved
For his
children were redeemed to live with him again.
That Easter morn came, the stone it did roll
Death became life and fulfilled His life’s
goal
What rose that first dawn was not just a man
But a God bearing hope proclaiming God’s
plan
The tomb it was empty, no soul was inside
For today is the redemption of all of mankind!
Happy Easter
from
Brett's Big Bad Blog
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