The Day

A short poem celebrating the day that Christ was raised from the dead!

This last week was hard for you, wasn't it?

To think, that just 8 days ago, as you rode on a donkey

People cheered for you, waved branches for you,

They thought you were the eternal King!

 

Then you got to town, and people started asking you questions.

They wanted to hear your answers, so you thought.

But what they really wanted was for you to trap yourself

And have an excuse to throw you in the dungeon.

 

And so though they had no right, they made one up

And used your friend, who all believed to be true

At your last meal, he left the table

To do the dirty work he was called to do

 

As you prayed and cried, he found you there

And led the guards right to your side

You let them, giving up your life

Though others tried and others cried

 

From one king to another they hauled you around

Until finally they determined they had just cause

They led you to a hill to die

Just as you'd planned, though none knew why

 

While on that cross, you hung in shame

Though in your heart, you knew your plan

It was for me you bore that pain

To give me hope and bring me life.

 

But if you'd only died, and never came back

I would still have only pain and sorrow.

For although there is no price to pay

There is no victory over death and hell.

 

But you did it!  You beat them down

You squashed the power of the evil one

And so, on this day we celebrate

The momentous occasion of your power and might.