Broken (Good Friday), Whole (Resurrection Sunday) Easter poem for 2015

[Good Friday]

Broken men,

With a broken plan,

Plot to destroy

The Son of Man.

Broken disciple

With a broken heart,

Takes some silver;

Tears himself apart.

Broken watch

With a broken sleep. 

Jesus prays,

And with blood, He weeps.

Broken Saviour,

Broken friends have fled.

All alone,

Facing the ultimate dread. 

Broken court,

With the broken trial.

Made up case

Lots of lies, so vile!

Broken soldiers 

With a broken game;

Gambling for clothes,

Blaspheming His Name!

Broken thief

With a broken life. 

His conscience pricked

With the Spirit's knife. 

Broken serpent,

Broken on that tree!

Death swallowed up

In Jesus' victory!

Broken veil,

In that soon broken place!

Now ALL who come through Jesus

Will see God, face to face!

Broken creation,

Broken as He died.

"My God, why am I forsaken?"

The Saviour's final cry!

Broken Redeemer,
Body broken for me
As He takes God's wrath,
At Calvary

Broken women

And broken men

Thought they would never

See Him again

Broken Light,

Broken Son,

Broken day,

The final work was done

[Resurrection Sunday]

Broken morning

At a broken tomb!

The grave, for the Saviour,

Didn't have any room!

"He is risen! He is risen!"

The angel cries!

No more death, no more broken!

Come! Wipe your eyes!

Salvation is here,

Jesus no more bleeds!

In the heavens, for His people,

He now intercedes.

For the sinful, for the wicked

Jesus bled and died!

No sin too great and vast

For Jesus' sacrifice!

Come, come and gather

At the foot of the cross.

There is so much to gain,

That will outweigh the loss:

Heaven's gates are open,

To welcome in the Bride,

Because of the one condemned - 

The Lord, crucified.

The Redeemer sits in glory,

Sceptre in His hand,

Death and sin are broken!

Redemption through the lands!

The crown of thorns is broken

Crown of glory on His head

Life for those who believe on him!

Hope, and no more dread!

© Carolyn Davison 4th April 2015 [09:20]