Awakened

Imagine ultimate victory emerging from ultimate defeat

Bleeding and lifeless, hanging on a cross

Son of God is dead, heaven’s greatest loss

He was put in a tomb and sealed with stone

You can almost hear the Creator’s groan

Angels hang their heads and they start to weep

Demons celebrate with a wicked shriek

But the morning of the third day, first light

From Jesus’ tomb came this glorious sight

The grave-clothes were empty, the stone was gone

Jesus’ face shone like the sun at dawn

He is alive, my sin has been taken

It was forgiven when he awakened.

Reviews

[M. L. F.]

Wow, I am really impressed. What a way to share with the world a love like no other. The way you highlight the utmost sacrifice of Christ upon the cross is stunning. I enjoyed this work a great deal.

[jennifer little]

wonderful poem and wonderfully said keep up the good work