The world and its evil disgusted me
The dust of the earth and the grime
Acceptance of dirt and love of filth
The creatures complacent in slime
I searched for a higher existence
When I saw the ignorance around
I found there was nothing within me
They all faded without a sound
Living one moment, dead the next
This life seemed meaningless to me
But as soon as I thought I had no hope
I saw the Man on the tree
Surely the most gruesome sight of all
He hung nailed on a cross
But in his eyes I saw a gleam
That saw this as gain, not loss
Suddenly the whole earth trembled
As the man gave up his last breath
The moon rose red and sky went black
As his soul went into death
What hope could he have, this man
Who hung in agony to die?
Who could he possibly be?
What could his black death buy?
Three days I spent in thought
And in contemplation walked
Too confused to eat or sleep
So perplexed I never talked
But on the morning third
A woman ran past me and cried
I followed her as she ran to a grave
And told me, “He’s alive!”
The stone was rolled back,
The grave was bare
And the wrappings from the man’s body
All were there
I began to see that the man on the cross
Had known he would soon rise
And who but the Son of God
Has hope to live when He dies?
He must know my dilemma, for sure
I must now find this Man
For if He can rise up from the dead
He could change worlds with His hand
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
The world and its evil disgusted me
The dust of the earth and the grime
Acceptance of dirt and love of filth
The creatures complacent in slime
I searched for a higher existence
When I saw the ignorance around
I found there was nothing within me
They all faded without a sound
Living one moment, dead the next
This life seemed meaningless to me
But as soon as I thought I had no hope
I saw the Man on the tree
Surely the most gruesome sight of all
He hung nailed on a cross
But in his eyes I saw a gleam
That saw this as gain, not loss
Suddenly the whole earth trembled
As the man gave up his last breath
The moon rose red and sky went black
As his soul went into death
What hope could he have, this man
Who hung in agony to die?
Who could he possibly be?
What could his black death buy?
Three days I spent in thought
And in contemplation walked
Too confused to eat or sleep
So perplexed I never talked
But on the morning third
A woman ran past me and cried
I followed her as she ran to a grave
And told me, “He’s alive!”
The stone was rolled back,
The grave was bare
And the wrappings from the man’s body
All were there
I began to see that the man on the cross
Had known he would soon rise
And who but the Son of God
Has hope to live when He dies?
He must know my dilemma, for sure
I must now find this Man
For if He can rise up from the dead
He could change worlds with His hand
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