So, I've posted a number of poems drawn from the less...desirable sides of human nature lately, I thought that I would take a break from talking about what terrible people we are and talk about something else. The following poem is, obviously I think once it is read, based on the resurrection morning. The poem emphasizes the necessity of both the resurrection and the cross. I had someone ask me the other day why a bodily resurrection was necessary.
My answer was this, if Christ was 'resurrected' as a spirit without a body then he is a ghost, not a living man. If he is a ghost then he is not resurrected, he has not defeated death, he has not defeated sin, and his sacrifice has no meaning. The sacrifice of the cross paid the debt for sin, but we are only free of sin if Christ is stronger than sin and death, greater than the grave. If he was not resurrected bodily then sin still controls our souls, the devil still works his will in us and we are not free in Christ. That is why the resurrection matters.
Glorious morn arises
Dawn of blessed day
When stone was rolled aside
And angels stood in place to say
To man and beast and bird and stone
Christ the king, today is risen
No longer lies in yonder tomb
Death defeated, the sins of man forgiven
'Pon simple wood spilled blood
Of oh so perfect sacrifice
Both man and God in perfect union
This divine blood shall then suffice
The debt of sin which upon the world lies
Cursed, poisoned, and all in eternity to die
Paid in full, rendered thus in blood
Defeated stands the prince, power of the sky
Arise, Arise this glorious morn
Day which changed this cursed world
Your name be praised your will be done
And over all your banner then unfurled
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