A Resurrection Poem

LET THERE BE LIGHT

The stone has been rolled away,

Hell’s mouth silenced, it has no say;

Over who Christ will raise with Him,

A once dead people, now raised, to sing.

 

The transformation now complete,

From the head down to the feet;

The Alpha and the Omega,

Has changed everything forever.

 

Oh the marks of death are still there,

As a testimony to all who will see;

The nails, the spear, the thorny crown,

Not even these could keep Jesus down.

 

And so the confused, the broken, the weeping, the lost,

The empty, the dirty, those counting the cost;

Cast to the wind, afraid and alone,

A useless crowd, hiding at home.

 

The denier was there, “Peter the Great,”

The prostitute, his mum, awaiting their fate;

The door, the door, someone’s banging the door,

End of the story? But wait, there’s more….

 

What? He’s alive? Ridiculous. Dead men don’t rise.

Men on their cross, lifted into the skies! They die, they die, they stay dead!

They’ve stolen his body, the most obvious conclusion,

But this is resurrection morning, and no pathetic illusion.

 

So the denier and loved one ran to the tomb,

They went in; into the dark room;

The shroud was there, but He’s gone, He’s gone!

This is madness, are we losing our minds?

 

Don’t you remember, He spoke about this?

We didn’t listen, resurrection is silly, and easy to dismiss.

But Jesus said it; He’s not here, his words must be true,

And then it dawned on us, like the sun turning a dark night sky blue,

We’d been outwitted by the Saviour, as He so loved to do!

 

As in the first day of creation, up to today,

God has been speaking, “Let there be light!”

And to the tombstone these words were spoken,

“Let there be light,” to the hurting and broken.

 

This is about real life, people and sin,

And a God who loves and welcomes us in.

Easter’s been hijacked, a sloppy sentimental mush,

It’s not about chocolate, or bunnies and bunches of flowers,

It’s all about Christ, how He defeated the Powers.

 

 

Don’t get me wrong, these things are nice,

Just don’t forget who paid the price.

Bunnies and flowers?  Ah! How sweet.

But it’s hardly nails through God’s feet!

The cost of our sin, infinite indeed,

The Cross is our gateway declaring we’re free!

 

You see, over our hearts, lies a monstrous stone of sin,

Cry out to Jesus, to let His light in.

Confession, repentance, forgiveness, new birth.

Is ours through His death, He is redeeming the earth.

 

 

For unless there is within us that which is above us,

we shall soon yield to that which is about us.

 

So repent your sin and enter in.

Robes for rags, a gift of the King.

We were made for glory,

We were made to be part of God’s amazing story.

 

So come all you doubters and haters and loveless and lost.

The tired the weary, the broken and proud.

Sing and dance, whisper, be loud.

The stone has moved, there’s just a shroud.

 

He is alive. Outrageous but true,

God’s great plan to reach out to you;

We call it Gospel, because it’s good news –

Not a ruse to fill the pews – but a plan to proclaim a Man,

The Man from Heaven, God the Son, sent to save everyone!

 

It’s Resurrection morning, shout it out “LET THERE BE LIGHT!”

Goodbye darkness.

And . . . . . there . . . . . was . . . . . light!

 

 

(c)  Gralefrit