Today... 'The Firstfruits' Poem by Roy Allen

For three days His body was buried in the ground.
but when they went to the tomb He could not be found.
This seed had died has now come bursting through the grave
and became the firstfruits of all those He came to save.

When the end comes and the harvest is gathered in
and innumerable saints are redeemed from sin.
He shall reign with His enemies beneath His feet
and the great plan of salvation will be complete.

For death entered creation through Adam the man
But now in Christ all will be made alive again.
For this grain of wheat fell into the ground and died
but sprang up again and its fruit had multiplied.

Not just by thirty or even a hundredfold
But countless myriads are safe within the fold.
Each of them has been purchased and cleansed by His blood
part of the kingdom that He's given back to God.

(additional background information is provided in the Poem's story box below)