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Alive!

Have you heard the news?
He’s no longer dead
He’s alive, the Marys said

This morning they found
His empty tomb
He appeared in this very room

He is risen!

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Waiting

Together in an upper room
Door locked, gripped with fear
If only we could remember
What He said before
In this very room
Just two days ago
As we wait

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It Was Foretold

Tables turned
Coins scattered
Spark a murderous rage

Caiaphas hatches a plan
To kill just one man
His anger to assuage

Pilate is his pawn
Still Jesus rose at dawn

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Celebrate Christ Is Risen

Yesterday in despair we wept
Friday last the veil was riven
Oh to know His promises kept
Celebrate that Christ has risen

Today Christ has risen indeed
Grace and mercy to us given
Because we know our deepest need
Celebrate that Christ has risen

Jesus who’s called Faithful and True
Celebrates that we’re forgiven
By His wounds we have life anew
Hallelujah Christ is risen

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Dark Saturday

Your disciples all hid away
terrified that dark Saturday
Not knowing what to do
now that men had crucified You

Hope that day was hidden too
doubting what You said was true
Wondering if You would really rise
or if Friday proved Your demise

I think I know just how they felt
as with hopelessness I have dealt
Mired in the Saturday of depression
in need of Your intercession

As the disciples on Sunday found
You as King would clearly be crowned
I have found Your promises true
of eternal hope to help me through

Although Saturday may seem quite dark
Sunday’s resurrection is Your hallmark

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Risen – An Easter Poem

It’s Easter, Resurrection Day, and Jesus has risen! He has risen, indeed!

RISEN

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

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You Paid the Price

Lamb of God
where would I be
if You had not died for me

Lost in sin
slave to death
in muck and mire with all the rest

Yet because
You paid the price
I’ve been redeemed and reconciled

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Betrayed, “Twas a Kiss

It’s Maundy Thursday, I decided today to join NaPoWriMo, and the lesson at dVerse today is to write a villanelle. At the convergence of these three things I wrote this poem:

Betrayed, “Twas a Kiss

Betrayed, ‘twas a kiss, the beginning of the end
Then all the others scattered in the night
Not knowing in three days You would ascend

He was among those You counted as a friend
There was a time his zeal burned so bright
Betrayed, ‘twas a kiss, the beginning of the end

Your followers to kneel in prayer You did commend
But they lacked Your wisdom and keen foresight
Not knowing in three days You would ascend

The ill-begotten silver Judas would never spend
Instead his life would become a terrible blight
Betrayed, ‘twas a kiss, the beginning of the end

Although his first impulse was to defend
Peter would hide his face from the light
Not knowing in three days You would ascend

Your promises they all failed to comprehend
Though all but one were redeemed in Your sight
Betrayed, ‘twas a kiss, the beginning of the end
Not knowing in three days You would ascend

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A Beautiful Sacrifice

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Mary challenges to write about beauty. With Good Friday and Easter on the horizon, I decided to write about the most beautiful sacrifice in all of history.

A Beautiful Sacrifice

It is an ugly scene

A naked man with bloody hands and feet
hangs upon an instrument of torture
sharp thorns jammed into his forehead
blood dripping down his face
sweat covering his body

He weeps
not for himself, but for the mockers
spitting at him
taunting and jeering
casting lots for his clothing
knowing not what they do

He cries out in agony yet
intercedes for those who hate him
prays they be forgiven, that we be forgiven
He atones, redeems, sets free
loves in a way we cannot fully comprehend

It is a beautiful scene
It is a beautiful sacrifice of love

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Have You Read What He Said? – A Poem

You think He’s a prophet, a great teacher,
nothing more, nothing less

Seriously?
Have you ever read
the many crazy things He said?

He spoke like a street corner sandwich-board

From that time on Jesus began to preach,
Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.

Or a homeless man rambling on
about angels and demons

The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the people of the kingdom.
The weeds are the people of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil.
The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.

He was homeless, with no place to lay His head

No one listens to a crazy man with a sandwich-board
or the homeless man rambling on

You surely don’t call them prophets, or great teachers
just crazy, nothing more

He spoke like a paranoid schizophrenic
certain the ones in power were after Him

We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be delivered
over to the chief priests and the teachers of the law.
They will condemn him to death and will hand him over to the Gentiles
to be mocked and flogged and crucified.

He was plagued by delusions of grandeur
claiming He was God; had always lived and always would
even after He died, He claimed He would rise again

“On the third day I will be raised to life!”
 “Very truly I tell you,” Jesus answered, “before Abraham was born, I am!”

No one would listen to someone who made such claims today
They would lock Him in the loony bin, put Him on meds
until He understood He was just a man

The leaders of His day did even worse
They crucified Him because He claimed He was the Messiah
the Son of God

Jesus replied. “But I say to all of you: From now on you will see the Son of Man
sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.

Then the high priest said, “Look, now you have heard the blasphemy.  What do you think?”
“He is worthy of death,” they answered.

But He offered some great advice, you say
and spoke of love and forgiveness

That He did, but His advice, His commands
turned many away who thought His teaching too hard

If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off. . .
And if your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off. . .
And if your eye causes you to stumble, pluck it out.

He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life,
and I will raise him up on the last day.
For My flesh is true food, and My blood is true drink.

Those who followed Him then, those who follow Him now
do so not because He was a great teacher or a prophet
but because He was who He said He was
Immanuel, God with us
nothing more, and certainly nothing less

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