Triumph

The following is a poem that I wrote for Easter 2003.  I think it's been read several times on Easter since then.  On this Easter Sunday, let us remember that "we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us!"

TRIUMPH

It was a dark & sullen morn, as several women approached the tomb,

With breaking hearts and deepest gloom,

The furthest thing from their minds....was triumph

“Why did He have to die?” they asked, each other on the road that morn,

It made no sense, their hearts were torn,

To them it seemed like anything....but triumph

Arriving at the empty tomb, the women were amazed to find,

The stone removed, and angels kind,

Upon their face they wore the sign....of triumph

“He is not here, He’s risen indeed”, the angels gladly told the women,

Death could not keep the Savior in,

And now He lives, no more to die....in triumph

They fled the scene, their fears were gone, to tell the Good News to the rest,

For from now on, their hearts were blessed,

With the great truth, that they now lived....in triumph

Two thousand years have come and gone, it hardly seems like that much time,

Since Christ arose from death sublime,

And still He leads, all of His saints....in triumph!