The Eternal Story Poem by Royston Allen

Long before time its race began
or upon earth stepped the first man.
Before planets their circuits made
or light its virgin rays displayed.

The Council of the Triune One
Father, Holy Spirit and Son.
In eternity past did plan
to come and die for sinful man.

'Who shall I send' was the great cry.
'Here I am, send me', the reply.
Then as a small babe wrapped in flesh
came the Lord our Righteousness.

Angelic host proclaimed the birth
for their Lord had come down to earth.
God confined to a human span
had come to live and walk with man.

Jesus lived and walked amongst men
sharing with us wisdom from heaven.
His sinless life men could not stand.
So they removed Him from the land.

The Saviour of the human race
hung upon the cross in disgrace
and then as He succumbed to death.
Upon that tree drew His last breath.

Where as He hung His head to die
'It is finished' came His great cry.
Then deep into the grave He went.
Where three days and three nights He spent.

Hell was not able hold its' prey.
He tore the bars of death away.
He who died came to life again
and arose from that dark domain.

A peon of praise fills the skies.
The Lord our God it magnifies.
Throughout heaven the chorus rings.
Proclaiming Jesus King of kings.

Angel hosts take up the refrain
'Holy is the Lord', they proclaim.
Then our voices join the great song
singing with that heavenly throng.