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. 😉
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.