I wrote this poem some time ago, focusing on the story of Easter, and today I'd like to share it with you since this Sunday will be Easter Sunday, the commemoration of the day our Lord rose from the grave.
In agony, He bows His head
In cruelty, the soldiers mock
In shame the theives argue
In agony, He cries out
In spite, wine is offered
In pain, He refuses
In despair, He calls
In spite, they sneer
In sorrow His mother weeps
In anguish, the people moan
In confusion, the centurion caves
In sorrow, the world shatters
In confusion, the disciples flee
In fear, they hide
In grief, they weep
In confusion, they question
In caring, the women go
In light, the angels appear
In fright, the women fear
In caring, the angels tell
In hope, the women return
In disbelief, the disciples argue
In confusion, they run
In hope, they see truth
In resurrection, He lives
In faith, they see
In grace, He welcomes
In resurrection, He saves
In life, He loved
In death, He gave
In resurrection, He saved
In life, we are free
