Earth firm and unyielding
Colors surrender to sleep.
Landscapes barren
Shuddering cold prevailing
Frost silently dusts the plain.
My soul cries, "Death!
Have you overcome?
Why the visible agony?
All that was made
In Garden's glorious first days
Not purposed for more than this?"
More than is clear
Profound metaphors taught
Intentions Good and Wholly Pure.
Respite seen and unseen
In a thematic display
Illumining a marvelous mystery.
Oh body descending
Into grave unending
A deserved, consequential lot.
Failing at law
A hopeless cause
Awareness hidden by blindness inborn.
Dawn of Life, Emblazoned Son
Sacred, pursuing Love
Moves to call death to death.
Wrath stored, then out poured
Culmination of salvific prophecy
Source of all redeeming all to the end.
Worked in fabric of season
No seedling forgotten
Bountiful palette of eternity.
Called from eternity past
The branch and bud vivid and changing
Flourishing in His company.
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