It’s Easter, Resurrection Day, and Jesus has risen! He has risen, indeed!
Risen, He’s risen, the women cried
they’d seen the empty tomb
with only grave clothes left inside
Immanuel lives, though He died
was laid in a borrowed tomb
as His mother, in sorrow, cried
Supernatural resurrection abide
death defeated in the tomb
sin and Satan’s power denied
Even as the grave opened wide
the stone removed from the tomb
as justice and mercy there collide
Now with His people forever to reside
the Holy One has left the empty tomb
reconciled with the Church, His bride
Praise to God the Father
Alleluia to the Son
Lord of all creation
Man He did become
Savior of the human race
Undoing Satan’s curse
Ne’er again will evil win
Divine victory in force
Alleluia to the Holy One
Yesterday’s prophecy fulfilled
Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week, but since I’m not posting on Sunday’s for Lent I decided to post this today.
Last year I wrote an acrostic poem titled Advent, and I have been astounded in the past 4 weeks how many times it has been viewed. The search terms stats on my blog show that a lot of people have been searching for Advent acrostic poems. Since it is a topic of great interest, I decided to write another one. It is quite different from the first but carries the same Great News of hope found in a manger.
Angels to the shepherds sing
Divine arrival of the King
Victory is now in sight
Emmanuel comes this night
Need of all mankind is met
Thankful hearts, He paid our debt
Last Sunday I was kind of tired in the afternoon so I lay down on the couch to take a nap. As I was dozing off the concept for this poem came to me. I realized that considering how important the resurrection of Christ is, I needed to write a poem about it. When I sat down to write it, this is what I came up with.
Risen from the grip of death
Empty tomb testifies to truth
Savior of the broken ones
Undeserving His banquet guests
Risen is our merciful Lord
Risen is our Holy God
Emmanuel lives again
Creator of all is the Light
To a lost and lonely world
Igniting in the hearts of men
Odes to One who loved us so
Now we all may rise again
9/27/11 Update: I linked this poem to dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night ~ Week 11. If you like poetry, dVerse is the place to be.
It’s Thankful Thursday again, and so I’ve been pondering all that I am thankful for, searching my heart and mind for a thankful poem. Something that I am particularly thankful for this week is community.
I thought about the various communities I belong to. There is my family, immediate and extended, that is a community of sorts. There is my local church community. There is the blogging community that I am part of. There is my work community. And there is the small city community that I live in. Each community has its own characteristics and blessings. My favorite communities are those in which God is at the center.
This poem is a double acrostic, with community at the beginning and community at the end, and what I love about community in between.
coming together with smiles, music
out in the hall gathered with three or two
melodies, singing, talking, sharing, no boredom
many friends, our safe and contented place of asylum
unity the core of community, like Cajuns out on the bayou
needing each other to lean on, love, in trials or in fun
infinite joy and grace always genuine, not quasi
thankful for kinship, a bond that’s ancient
yes, our Lord has shown us the way
Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:25 (NIV).