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I Can Only Imagine: An Easter Poem

By Susan Dobbs

I can only imagine as tears run down my eyes

I look to the cross, my Saviour crucified! Whipped! Beaten! Jeered! Mocked! His mother Mary, also cried. With deep sorrow within, her suffering son, soon to die. Such lamentation! trepidation! Amongst the collaboration. To watch the man from Galilee, His spirit crushed for all to see. Such humility and grace, Blood, sweat, dripped from his face. He took the shame, endured excruciating pain, Nails, like spikes, hammered hard into his hands and feet. A crown of thorns pierced his head as blood began to seep. I can only imagine such agony he went through, Christ sacrificed, Gave his life, pardoned our sins, suffered and paid the price! As darkness fell, there came a yell, like a plea, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" This was the son of God, despised, rejected, the truth denied, Jesus bowed his head and said, "it is finished!" then died. Jesus' body, laid in a cave, secured by a large boulder on that day. Suddenly an earthquake erupted, the mighty stone had rolled away. A glorious bright light shone all around, Jesus' body could not be found, An angel appeared to Mary, like a vision, "Do not fear" the angel said, Christ has risen! Shocked but elated with the news, Mary ran, with no time to lose, Along the way, Mary, in the midst, saw Jesus, who embraced his mother, Her son said: "go share the news with my brothers." The message spread far and wide, His followers cried, "Hallelujah! Jesus is Alive!" I can only imagine hearts filled with such jubilation, Easter, what a glorious revelation of celebration! Let his people rejoice in elation and say, What a glorious, victorious day!! "Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" ( 1 corinthians 15 v 55 )


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