After sorrow’s lowly night,
new day had come with morning’s light.
Confusion within their sight;
stone removed, it wasn’t right.
Angel appeared where they stood,
said, “fear not, for this is good.
He’s done as He said He would”,
then at last, they understood.
Joy rose up where pain had been,
laughter and life, back again.
Off to tell the eleven,
that their Savior had risen!
Only Peter did believe,
the others could not conceive,
this miracle to receive.
Our hope to which we must cleave.
In the glory of new growth.
In the rise and sunset both.
May His hope hold fast our heart,
allowing grace in each part.
“He is not here; He has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ Then they remembered His words.” – (Luke 24:6-8)
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for that miraculous morning! For the third day, on which He rose again, is the very day that changed everything for us. As death was defeated, our promised hope for eternal life was given breath. Thank You Jesus for willingly bearing the burden that none of us could possibly withstand. Thank You for making the way for all who call on Your Name and trust in You, to come into relationship with You that lasts not only in this life, but into eternity. Forgive us for allowing anything else on earth to take away from the significance of this day. Help us to fix our eyes and hearts on the magnitude of the miracle that You did as You defeated death on this day, all those years ago. Thank You that You are alive and still performing miracles in us and through us, as we seek You. May hearts be moved and lives be changed today. In Your glorious Name. Amen.
© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present