and never so willingly so.
and never a protest or blow.
and never so undeservedly.
and never so hurriedly.
we waited, we held our breath, we wondered what was meant by His death.
we questioned, we cried, our hope nearly died.
days crawled by
we hid in fear
trembling . . . until
“HE IS NOT HERE!!”
and never so excitedly done.
and never so eternally won.
He emptied Himself, became a man,
He emptied the tomb when he rose again,
He emptied me, in a work of grace,
I am His, I’ll see His face.
Happy Easter, everybody. He is risen . . . He is risen, indeed.