SonShine - Easter Poem
Here’s a poem I wrote a couple years back. I originally was going to write it for Christmas, but I didn’t finish it in time, and the subject matter actually fit in more with Easter than Christmas anyway, so it seemed more appropriate to call it an “Easter poem” than anything else.
So, here it is:
SonShine
I. Creation
Man in God’s image, the Serpent made haste,
Newly-formed glory, the darkness - it raced.
A blackness that binds, twisting hay of rope,
Yet God’s light unwinds, sunshine ray of hope.In coldness and sin, glazed over and iced,
We troubled had been, by dragonous geist.
Of stings none compare, no adder nor asp,
His venoms ensnare, and desperately rasp.Yet God soon then spake,
While devils did quake,
Of Whom He would make,
To come for our sake.II. Incarnation
Hope of all nations, in manger did lie,
God’s Sunrise made flesh: the Dayspring from High.
Soon all men would see, this bright heav’nly flare,
Illumined to be, God’s gift made aware.‘Twas God in man’s flesh, the Serpent made haste,
Newly-formed glory, the darkness - it raced.
A blackness that binds, twisting hay of rope,
Yet God’s love unwinds, sunshine ray of hope.So love became flesh, the world’s shining star,
More royal and blessed, than prince, king, or czar.
Yet He was the Lamb, His visage soon marred,
Spotless sheep’s figure, soon mangled and scarred.III. Crucifixion
To Calv’ry He tread,
To die in our stead.
He dripped and He bled,
That tree now stained red.
From Love’s eyes ‘twas said,
“My flesh are you fed…”
Then gave up the ghost,
Fell lifeless and dead.A crime of all crimes, though none comprehend,
Christ sealed down below, soon upward ascend.
The Dayspring in flesh, God made His Sunrise,
Triumphant o’er death, God made His Son rise.IV. Glory
Man in Christ’s image, the Serpent laid waste,
Newly-formed glory, the darkness - outpaced.
A blackness that binds, twisting hay of rope,
Yet God’s Son unwinds, sunshine ray of hope.Unlocking sin’s toll,
A crimson keyhole,
The blood of our King,
To Jesus we cling.
