Resurrection Sunday

"I can't understand it,"

Says the finite mind,

Seeing the earth-bound Creator,

Leave paradise behind.

"What foolishness is this?"

Quips the carnal head,

"This all-powerful God incarnate

Has no where to make His bed."

"He's dead, evil's won,"

Assumes the sin sickened heart.

But that cross wasn't the end,

It was only the start.

See, the plan was so much bigger,

Than our blinded eyes could see,

As this powerful God incarnate,

Bled to death upon that tree.

This plan goes way back in time,

Way back to eternity past,

When it was decided this Savior's sacrifice,

Would be the very last.

Before the foundations of the earth,

Before sin was even known,

This Christ was slain in the mind of God,

That His greatness might be shown.

As only a black, black backdrop,

Puts a diamond on full display,

So our sin set off the Savior's perfection,

As He laid down His life that day.

"It was all for love's sake,"

Realizes the regenerated soul,

"It was the highest expression of mercy,

And my redemption was His goal."

It all snapped into sharp focus,

The day He rose from the dead,

As He laid aside the pain of humanity,

And took up majesty in it's stead.

He's now the ultimate High Priest,

Both human and divine,

He loved, He purchased, He intercedes,

And I call this Savior mine.

Hallelujah! He is risen!

Happy Easter.

written and posted by Lydia