A CROSS AND A TOMB
A cross lays prone
on Golgotha’s Hill,
bloodied, scarred,
the body, gone.
A tomb sits empty,
a cold slab of stone
now bare but for the
shroud of one scorned.
An angel stands guard,
God’s messenger chosen.
“The Savior is not here.
He’s alive. He is risen!”
The gates of Heaven
shake thunderous acclaim to
the resurrected Christ, the crucified one,
Jesus, redeemer, sacrificed lamb.
Angelic hosts shout forth their praise,
“He is here. Glory to God!
Hallelujah, He reigns!”
His accusers stand silenced,
feeling shame, in awe.
“How could it be
that the one who was slain,
the one proclaimed
to be King of Kings
now lives and reigns?”
“Surely He is the prophesied one!”
“Praise to the Father, and Praise to the Son!”
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Poem by: Joyce E. Johnson (March, 2013)
Photo credit: Joyce E. Johnson (2001)
Note: I took the above picture while on my trip to Israel in May, 2001 when my husband and I traveled to Jerusalem and other places in and around Israel with other members of our church. Seeing all the sites from biblical history and the birth and death place of Jesus with my own eyes was an unforgettable, moving experience. This picture shows the actual place and tomb of Jesus’ burial after his crucifixion.
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