Poetry

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We hide behind a door that’s locked
Our hearts beseiged by fear
Is this our fate - to die like Him?
The One we held so dear?

Our ears attuned to catch the sound
Of steps upon the stair
Our enemy with sharpened sword
Is surely standing there.

All at once the room is filled
With white and radiant light
Our Master stands before us now
An awesome, wondrous sight

“Be still, fear not,” His gentle words
He speaks as we bow low
“My peace I give to you my friends”
And joy begins to grow

His hands, his side, to us he shows
The wounds He did endure
He draws us close, and asks we touch
To know Him and be sure

How could this be, that He is here?
This man that we adored
The empty tomb, it was no lie
To us He’s been restored

And yet not man, but God divine
Who else could cheat the grave?
He took our debts and shameful deeds
And all our sins forgave

Faith explodes and life anew
In empty hearts is poured
Fear no longer ties us down
Our love-loosed spirits soared

We stand beside an open door
Our lips a message bear:-
That resurrection power is ours
Our transformed lives declare

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