Today’s a beautiful sequel to Friday – a day of denial, desertion, denigration, and in betrayal, crucified
to the Crooked Cross,
Death threateningly ruled.
But Sunday – today – Death is dead
The tomb’s empty.
Life’s filled anew in
Christ’s Messianic triumphal reign
In time and endless eternity.
Distended life, empty souls
Filled with the ash’nd crust of earth’s Hollow depthless depth
For divine wrath, the prize
Of Eden man’s fall down the mire.
But today, a’clinging to the
Old Crooked Cross in
Penitent repentance beyond
The glass-clinking revelry,
Guarantees life-savin, life-eternal.
