Resurrection

My death could never change the course of history

But still, a few would grieve that I was gone

How then, can one explain to me the mystery

That Almighty God would come to die alone?

He suffered in shame to pay for our salvation

He gave His life to lift those that were lost

And the elation in His sacred Incarnation

Was matched by misery every moment of the cross

So, when I ponder on the Glory He departed

And the sufferings He came to see and know,

I cannot see how our sad souls were regarded

As being worthy of His blood that overflowed

Yet, for the joy that He beheld before Him

All this agony and cruelty He endured

And, knowing that the masses would ignore Him,

Christ died to cry that He could be their Cure

But this supreme of all surrenders had not ended

For His victory was not fully achieved as yet

And, once Sin's claim on men had been rescinded,

God's death reversed, and killed the curse of death

His resurrection affords us an assurance

Of free life now and abundant life to come

We can know Him now and peer into His Presence

And, one day, He will herald us all Home

So, let each day bring upon me the doom of dying

Then let me grasp His life and learn to live again

And, as I reach for Him and realize I'm rising,

Let me die and resurrect and be like Him.