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Every week the Lord has given,

A Day to remember; “His is risen!”

Christians rejoice, not just once a year,

(Sinners don’t do that, I sadly fear.)

That Christ came and lived our life,

Knew sweat, thirst, saw our strife,

Was rejected by those He called His own,

Sold by a disciple He had known,

Tried – what a “trial” it must have seemed,

Who knew Justice before Adam’s sun beamed,

He was nailed to wood, placed between two thieves,

(One dies in sin – one believes.)

Christ died as dead as any mortal man,

The Perfect Sacrifice, the Perfect Plan.

Was that all – He lived like us and died?

Had earthly lambs dying, all grief satisfied?

Death was the end for wooly little sheep;

Not for Christ – He had a promise to keep.

And keep it He did – He left that new grave.

He arose victorious, He arose man to save.

He triumphed over our last enemy, death.

His victory gives the soul spiritual breath.

Birth was necessary to have life,

Life was necessary to face dying strife,

Death was necessary to Resurrect,

Resurrect He did – Romans and Jews could detect

An empty grave, a tomb now unneeded,

A stone rolled, Rome’s seal unheeded.

Oh, the victory, Oh the glory, Oh the might.

Gone, for God’s men – forever gone is the night! – eab, 3/18/08

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Years have now past since He was seen last,

In Jerusalem or Bethany.

His step in the land, is not on the sand,

At Jordan or blue Galilee.

 

Some men have said (they’re long since dead)

That He would be forgot.

Where are they now – who were they, anyhow?

I’d like to tell them a lot.

 

That Life has changed, that Influence ranged,

To men of every clime.

And even the date, is not by fate,

But according to His time.

 

He didn’t publish a book, notes He never took;

A few sermons He gave,

On justice and peace, joy that will not cease,

And, words on how to behave.

 

His travel was small, not far at all,

His life – an untimely end.

But enough to reach, ole time to breach

Centuries, the story to send.

 

So there in part, weak rhyme, less art,

Are thoughts on my Lord.

This season of the year, praise to Him so dear

The Living Eternal Word.          -eab, 12/1968

 

Written while teaching literature at Hobe Sound Bible College when, Steve D Herron was president.

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