Resurrection Sunday Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

A birth like no other proclaimed the multitude of heaven with wings of music.

His time was without time throughout eternity as EVERLASTING TO EVERLASTING.

His spirit man became the flesh of man to unit hearts from corruption.

Seeking such that would behold His glory, His life would be challenged by his own.

His love for mankind became His tomb for sin and darkness comprehended it not.

Born into sin for unthankful sinners, he was found to be sinless, accused of sin for living His destination.

Love lifted his flesh beyond the thought of His accusers as He kept the faith of the cross.

Holiness or hell is His manifestation of love that proceeded from His walk with His FATHER.

Captured in righteousness for unrighteousness, His words of peace escaped the ears of His captors.

The passion of the CHRIST stretched His flesh for brutality in silence.

A crown of thorn pierced His sanctuary as He submitted His will for their hands of deceit.

The anguish of a mother to behold the bloodied body of her son crucified on Calvary.

Darkness, our sin had filled the land; the hearts of love was filled with pain.

The tomb is empty; His body renewed in the Holy Ghost; all power is given unto Him in heaven and earth, this is Resurrection Sunday.


Written by Theodore Mosley
April 14,2017