"He has risen!"
~Mark 16:6~
Resurrection Morn
By Sandy Babb, April 2006
The day that true hope for mankind was born
The story of hope began with the Savior’s birth
Very few realized this small babes worth
The story goes on as the child waxed and grew strong
He came to preach and to teach right from wrong
He chose twelve men to walk by His side
One of whom that could be bribed
They traveled both far and wide
Teaching by the sea, on hill, and in the countryside
The message of Him was spread far abroad
Rumor was rampant that this was the true Son of God
Those in power in those days
Resented his message and refused His ways
With malice and cunning they began to plot
How to rid themselves of this perceived blot
Fear of a kingdom they thought would come
Not understanding that it was a kingdom of heaven, not an earthly one
They twisted His words and mocked His ways
They struck up a bargain with the one who would betray
The story unfolds in a garden scene
A place where the mood was tense not serene
He gathered with Him there three of His disciples to pray
He cried out to the Father that this cup be taken away
Not what I want but what Thou will
He yielded Himself willingly, peaceful, and still
Along came a multitude with swords and staves
A treacherous kiss gave Him away
He was seized by their hands and lead to where He stood
Falsely accused, none saying good
Silently He stood, knowing what came
Suffering, humiliation, mocking, revile, and shame
They clothed Him in purple and inscribed a sign
They gave Him to drink myrrh mingled with wine
The crowd that gathered cried with pitiless glee
“Crucify, crucify, crucify He!”
“Save thyself, come down from the cross!”
Praise God He did not or all hope for mankind would be lost
There He hung pinned to a cross
Where He cried out to God through the darkness in a loud voice
With His last breath heaved, He gave up the ghost
He returned home to His Father and the heavenly hosts
Here the story does not end in tragic death
But leads to a conclusion in which we can all safely rest
His body was shrouded, placed in a tomb, and sealed with a great stone
The tomb of Joseph of Arimeathea, which he had hewed and honed
Guards there were posted on that fateful third day
The earth began to shake, with fear and trembling they fainted dead away
Along came three women on the Sabbath day
Wondering how they could roll the great stone away
When they arrived the stone was rolled away and there sat a young man all clothed in white
They were quite amazed and filled with fright
He who sat there said be not afraid
He whom you seek is risen, His not here, see for yourselves then be on your way
They looked and they trembled and were quite amazed
“He is risen! He is alive!” they cried
He appeared to many after He died
This is the story of how hope was born
That long ago day that we now call Easter morn
Praise God He is risen just as He said
Our Savior, He lives, alive and not dead!
May each of you have a blessed Easter!
Blessings,
Miss Sandy
7 comments:
Very beautiful Sandy. God bless.
Thanks for the beautiful poem Sandy. Hope you are having a great Easter! I bet you are having some serious storms about now. Ours are getting ready to move in as well.
Beautiful poem in remembrance of the One Who shed His blood to cleanse us and give us life eternal! Thank-you!
I hope you're having a blessed Easter as well, Sandy. Praise God He is risen!
That is a beautiful poem, Miss Sandy. It so eloquently sums up our BLESSED HOPE in the resurrection.
A blog I follow (because of the photos) is the property of a young woman in France. Her post for Good Friday made me so sad. Basically, she stated she believes that Jesus was crucified and resusitated. I pray for her...
Beautiful poem, Miss Sandy! Thank you for re-posting for us newcomers! Happy Easter
Thank you for that poem. It says it all. Praise the Lord the work is still going on...Sharon
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