He Is

A Poem of Easter Sunday

Photo by Jordan Wozniak on Unsplash

He is the morning, the light breaking fast
though dark night was long, now the evil has passed

He is the reason, the hope and the cure
every illness of heart, every thought that’s impure

He is the answer, the victory won
though our battle was harsh and our strength was undone

He is the friend we sought all of our life
and He’s given the order to banish our strife

He is the center, the balance, the calm
for every wrong done, every pain, He’s the balm

for with one loud statement the wreckage is gone
the choices of eden, the snake and the spawn

the King has ascended, defeated the thief
and we are awash in the strength of relief

and we sing and we praise and we bow down as one
feel our sentence deserved, now completely undone

for this is the moment and this is the day
and He is King, see the stone rolled away