Mystery - Poem by Richard Merrell
The Rood is foolish folly
When considered by man's mind;
But I shall boast in Calvary's tree
For God's wisdom there I find.
Now God, took what was foolish
A Rood, a cold dark Tomb,
He took death and the grave
And made of them a womb.
For Christians should not fear death
Nor the corruption of the grave
Because God reversed it's purpose
In the Christ who rose to save.
And so each night I ponder
As I lay upon my bed
The greatest of all mysteries
To sleep in the Christ, be dead.
Now what I've said seems foolish
And some will say 'He's mad'
I long to fall asleep in the Christ
For the gospel's news is glad!
Colossians 2: 2,3
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