Sundays Promise Poem by DENNIS TAYLOR

They left him for dead just like another bad day
Eyes filled with tears as they knelt down to pray
Yet no one remembered those words he would say
So they closed up the tomb and just walked away

Some saddened with fear and some with false joy
They plotted his death with a devilish ploy
But low and behold, there is great power here
For the dead Son of God, will soon reappear

They scattered like sheep without direction or guide
Overcome with false doubt they all left his side
No culprit of hate or evil could stand
Against the power of God and his prophesied plan

So as the stone rolled away a promise was kept
There was joy in the eyes, of all those who wept.
From the cross to the grave, loosed the nails in his hand
Jesus rose from the dead, for the forgiveness of man