Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Song of Easter...

A single selfless act.
A death at the hands of friends.
A sacrifice for strangers.

Abandoned by a father,
Betrayed by brothers,
Yet forgiveness is shown even in agony.
And acceptance despite the deepest pain.

An anguish never repeated,
While all barriers were torn asunder.
And the earth trembles in respect.

A carpenters tool becomes a torture.

Splinters torment a tattered form,
In lashes that pierced flesh down to the soul.

Thorns burrow into a brow of peace,
As curses spew from pious lips,
While darkness occupies a sunlit sky.

A few last words shatter history's curse.

A battered form is laid to rest,
On a slab of stone fit for a king.

For three days fate has rested,
Among dancing demons and hate's harvest.

The immortal are forsaken,
An empty throne sits in a quiet sky.

A mother's tears dilute blood and sand.

The faithful tend to the duties of the dead.

A stone loses all its prowess,
As emptiness becomes a sign of hope.

A void brings a call to salvation,
And a task of grace is complete.

Cowardice turns to undaunted courage,
As life rises from a grave of sin.

A savior has proven his sovereignty.

The blind can see the marvelous wonder.
The deaf hears the call of promise.
The mute sing in psalms of worship.
The weak are frail no more.

One God, one Son, one single Sunday.
Man has been given a gift, unearned, undeserved, and irrevocable.

A salvation provided only by a single act of unimaginable love.

John 11:25-26
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me will live, even though he dies. And everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die."

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