Sunday, November 21, 2010
With terror and perfect peace waging war in his mind
He enters the chasm of despair
To the joy of those who put him there.
As the stone covers the entrance The last rays of light
Glimmer into the eyes of ravening death
And hope, precious hope, holds its breath.
Then absolute darkness is pierced by power that knows no bounds
And puzzled death is left to hunger
Empty, angry, powerless, in wonder
And when the stone is rolled away, and earth's light returns
Hope, substantial now, iron-strong
Is Faith, and lifts its mighty song
Oh King, live forever!