Three Days Pt. 3
Three Days Pt. 3
The Third Day
It is the third day as I walk away with my lightened load.
The tomb was empty, and I talked with a man along the Emmaus road.
As I looked I was captivated by His look and face
He seemed so full of meekness, gentleness, and grace.
To me, there was something very familiar about His features
He reminded me of the one beaten and crucified, the one they called teacher.
His words reached deep into my heart.
With truth, love, and light that will not, from me, ever part.
And in his words I found the victory in this macabre cause.
His visit into the show may have only been a pause,
But it brought to a close a work perfectly written,
And reduced death’s roar to the soothing purr of a kitten.
The victory He did bring over man’s feared master.
A soul’s freedom from death, and the promise of life ever after.
Life maybe cruel and coarse, but death will never again conquer,
Because with His grace, our faith, of the victory we can be sure.
He took our sin, our sentence of eternal death
And put the fear of hell to eternal rest.
He conquered Satan and all his demons with a gruesome sacrifice
So now in Him is my hope, and our surety of meeting in paradise.
It was us who should have paid for our crimes of sin
But instead, He paid my price, our price, of the penalty earned within.
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