Easter.

 

In honor of Easter Sunday, here is a Spoken Word I wrote and had the privilege to perform last Easter Sunday. The poem is down below (it differs slightly from the one I shared on stage because there was a line I was encouraged not to share from the platform.

Spoiler alert: that edited line is about being drunk and naked. You can read that part down below. 😉

Happy Easter!

EASTER:

There is a love story greater than anything you’ve ever heard

 

And it didn’t start the way you’d think; it started with a Word.

 

You see, God spoke and it came to be

 

The light, the dark, the land, the sea, all the majestic creatures

 

He made you, He made me

 

Such love, an anomaly

 

Such heartache, to see those He created in His image eat from that forbidden tree

 

But He loved mankind so much that He gave them more than just a second chance

 

And when they broke His heart again and again

 

Instead of washing His hands of their evil

 

Instead of walking away from their disobedience

 

He took another path

 

One that would protect them from His wrath

 

It was a path of grace and mercy and it was going to grant them liberty

 

From the sins they would unquestionably choose over Him

 

Who loved them first

 

You see, we are all Adam & Eve, deceived

 

We are all Noah, drunk and laying naked in a tent

 

We are all Paul, who God had to blind before he would repent

 

We are all Moses, who struck the rock when he was told to speak

 

We are all Saul, simply unable to accept defeat 

 

We are all David, saying “I want that which is not mine!”

 

We are all Peter, who denied Christ three times

 

But His Passion Bought our Purity

 

As He bled upon that tree

 

Thinking of you and me

 

Some of us bear our scars internally

 

Some of us more visibly

 

But we ought to boldy wear our failures

 

So that the world will see

 

That it was His stripes that made us free

 

And oh, some say that it was reckless

 

For a God who rules it all

 

To sacrifice His son, the holy one

 

For something so weak and small

 

But God cannot love less

 

No, a God so powerful and big

 

Cannot love in any other way than that which He fully is

 

But Jesus didn’t stop there, hanging lifeless on that cross

 

The moment his head dropped, Earth felt that loss

 

This story isn’t over yet, for three days later Mary went

 

Bringing spices to the dead body of her Savior

 

The angels clothed in robes of gleaming white

 

Simply smiled and pronounced: “He is not here”!

 

“He is not here! No, He is busy ripping the gates of (Sheol/hell) off their hinges!

 

He is not here! He is busy fulfilling his promises and taking care of business!

 

He is not here! He is busy conquering the destruction of sin and the grave!

 

For no tomb is strong enough

 

No death powerful enough

 

And no devil wicked enough

 

To keep our Jesus down!

 

So why do you look for the living among the dead?

 

He is not here! He is Risen!”

 

You see, death is a separation; a splitting of things that ought to be united

 

But God does not want to see our souls abandoned and corrupted

 

And our love divided

 

No, when He spoke the world into being, He thought of you

 

When He sent a rainbow of promise after the flood, He thought of you

 

As He knit you well in your mother’s womb He placed a longing in your heart

 

That only He could fill

 

When you ran from Him and turned your face

 

He loved you still

 

When He sent His son, His perfect son

 

To suffer for the sins of this imperfect world

 

He thought of you. And He will not stop chasing, until you think of Him too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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