Collective Poetry at King's: Resurrection
'Resurrection' by Jecinta Mellen
He lay dead.
Before He was even born,
Strangers threw shame upon His name, scorned
He lived perfectly, though
Foxes have dens,
Birds have nests,
He had no place to lay His head.
And even in death
His enemies said, “He was a liar
He said He would rise after three days
Let soldiers guard His grave
And let everyone know He was a liar.”
After three days
The women came to the tomb at dawn
In the early light.
Expecting to mourn
Expecting to find
A broken body wrapped in cloth
The brightest light shone that morning
And the best news rung out.
He is risen!
In new life and glory
Death put to death
The question of life
Answered in the savour risen from the grave
It was just as He said it would be
What sounded at first like defeat
Was in fact the opening notes
Of His victory song.
The greatest ever sung
Any remnants of guilt, shame, sin
You may look for in tatters at His feet,
Still stuck on heart or sleeve
Are gone, gone, darkness flown away
Obliterated, forgotten, when we turn to His face
The only memory left
Marked in His hands and side
Not to condemn
But to bring life.