Imprisoned fast I lay: long years of pain;
Yet hope and joy live still: they will not die.
Was I, or was I not, the one to blame?
There is no answer, even from on High.
But One once stood alone, in Pilate's hall;
Blameless, He faced the stubborn crowd, condemned.
Yet as, for me, He drank the bitter gall,
His love covered my sins, and called me friend.
And day by day, that love's the golden key
Which unlocks cells of pain, dungeons of fear,
And shines with joy, as prisoners are set free,
Their chains shattered, as His words they hear.
For Easter brings new life: 'twill NEVER die,
And Love Himself is all the reason why!
Easter Love And Hope
He Is Risen
Published by Family Friend Poems March 29, 2024 with permission of the Author.
Advertisement