tragic poet

         The Death of Christ was the birth of man. His pain was man’s comfort. His sacrifice, man’s feast. Last night was the start of His torturous death. Today is the culmination of it. Today was man’s worst exposed. Man shouted at God. Spit on Him. Mocked Him. Murdered Him. And yet, today is God’s best revealed. He endured all pain. He conquered death. Thus, He conquered the world.

Today God died but I rose from sleep. Today He was lifted up on the cross but I was lifted up from mud. Today God was pierced but I was healed of my wounds. Today God was betrayed but I was granted assurance. He has wiped my tears unseen by men. He has healed the pain no man can heal. Today… My god, my King has saved me…