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Jesus Triumphant

by Timothy Birdnow

In honor of this Easter day, I have composed a new poem remembering Jesus' death and resurrection:

In one moment we died in rebellion and pride
preferring the venom of Lucifer's lie

one promise, one hope of redemption foretold
as our fathers and mothers were cast in the cold

The ages they passed marked by zodiac wheel
ages of stone, bronze and iron and steel
Ever in darkness and locked in our cage
as the blood stained the sands of the subsequent age

Where is the promised Emmanuel
the deliverer who will break down our cell?

The cruel one laughed and he sneered at our hope
he locked us away, he tied us with rope
And the storms fiercely raged in the black of the night
we were animals caged without thinking or sight

He looked down with pity on our miserable fate
He came down from His city to tear down the gate

But the Evil One hissed for he knew time was nigh
betrayed with a kiss and some silver did buy

Creator of all, both the great and the small led away on that day to the terrible hall

Beaten and mocked and His priesthood defrocked
His body was battered and torn
forced to his knee and then nailed to a tree
abandoned was He, forsaken, forlorn

Unto God He cried out for abandoned was He
there is no more cruel fate than to die on a tree

The skies darkened and swirled as the light of the world
reached the end of His mortality
and the Earth quaked and shook
while His guards feared to look
and the birds of the air sought to flee

"Clearly He was the Son of God" spoke the man with the rod
"we have done such a terrible thing"
while the demons took flight
in delight at the sight
at the murder of Heaven's Great King

"It is finished!" He cried then he exhaled and died
and the soldiers cast lots for his things
while they pierced his dead side
and the people did hide
they did murder the great King of Kings

Locked away in a grave
in a cold stony cave
a great stone rolled to seal Him tight
for three days He remained in death's icy domain
forsaken, forlorn, out of sight

But the stone it was gone on the third early dawn
and His body was nowhere around
an angel appeared and calmed what they feared
Even death could not hold Him bound

And nevermore shall it reign, Jesus washed off the stain
of our sins and He rescued our souls
Forty days He'd remain then Heaven attain
so will we if we drink of His bowl

We are no longer bound
it has come all around
with one man all our sins kept us bound
Now another was raised and to Him be all praise
It's not our end when we're put in the ground

Death and Hell are defeated
our great enemies retreated
the war is now fully won
Praise be unto Him and to God Elohim
And all glory to His only Son

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