Eternity's Epic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poetic representation of the work of Jesus Christ on behalf of his people on that first Easter weekend.

Submitted: March 23, 2020

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Jesus stared into the cup that held the wrath of God.

He knew the horrors of the path that He was soon to trod.

Never in the past had Jesus seen His Father's frown.

Yet even now He put His Father's will before His own.

The Prince of Peace met treason's kiss with purpose, peace, and love.

He held before His eyes the goal set for Him up above.

He let Himself be dragged before the rulers of this world.

The priests who were to worship Him would rather have Him killed.

His life could not be stolen, but He laid it down alone.

Perfect God became our sin, saving all His own.

The nails, the cross were but a part of the burden borne.

The fullness of the Father's wrath was deadliest of thorns.

Not cross, nor grave, nor hell itself could keep Christ bound in death.

At the pre-set moment, Jesus drew unfaltering breath.

The stony grave had met its match and death had met its doom.

As morning light does banish night, so Christ vanquished the tomb.

Now we're called to follow Him, to take our cross and go.

We're called to fight our sinfulness and in Him we're to grow.


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