Risen

This year, as we remember the resurrection of Jesus Christ which is the heart of Christianity, I thought it would be a good time to post this poem. It was written last fall and attempts to capture the missional nature of his life, death, and resurrection.

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                                   Risen
God came to earth,

As a human,

Living in the dust, pain, heat, stench

Of a fallen world.

He understands us, our inhuman condition, well.

Spurning the spotlight

Yet bringing glimpses of heaven, miraculous moments

Where long marred image of God in us

Shone through clearly in Christ

          Healing, delivering, teaching, feeding, confronting,

Heart of the Father revealed.

Such revealing light was too much for those with much to hide

Dark-worshipers conspired to have the innocent die.

As Jesus the Second Adam bled into the reddening soil

Asking forgiveness from the Father for us

Commending his Spirit back it was done.

Garden Tomb, Jerusalem

Wrapped, laid in the dark on the stone

Until the third day.

God breathed life back into a dying race.

Jesus, having carried all our iniquity to its end

Rose again and shared his resurrection breath

The wind of heaven, his very self, that we might be

A new creation sent forth with purpose.

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Kingdom leaven might permeate every tongue, tribe, territory

That, like the heavenly bread come down, it all might be risen.

No longer bent by curse, or by cross,

We are sabbath straightened

To see the grandeur of his completed mission.

              © Greg K. Dueker