A poem by Dave Mathews
Thank You Jesus For Rising
When man was created, sin did begin
with the serpent’s first deception.
A lie was told Eve, about the fruit of that tree,
causing Eve deep contemplation.
Good Friday’s a day of sad affliction,
the day of Lord Jesus’s crucifixion.
It’s a day that changes the sinner’s entire complexion.
It’s a solemn day of sorrow,
ending our sinful deprivation.
Saturday eve draws nigh, and with it,
man is filled with consternation.
As all mankind waits in anticipation
of the king, o’er every nation.
The one to fulfill God’s proclamation.
Sunday dawns, but there’s no detection,
of any sort of heavenly insurrection.
But wait, His grave is empty,
there’s been a miracle, no corpse detection.
My Lord Jesus, a miracle,
His Resurrection.
Proving to man the fullness,
of God’s unceasing affection.
So now let us sing, let Hallelujahs be cried,
for through this day man is justified.
Let Hosannas be sung, from far and wide.
Jesus Christ lives, the prophets never lied.
It’s a day of rejoicing, a day of celebration,
because Jesus arose it is testified.
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