A Somber Sonnet

Good Friday He died on a cross of shame,
Sunday He rose and conquered death and doom;
The disciples feared to even speak His name,
Until they saw that empty angelic tomb.

Fear not! O man, for Heaven’s gates are open!
Fear Him Who came to free the souls in prison!
Fear much! O Death, for you have just been stolen,
But fear more! O devils, for Christ the LORD is risen!

This morning we wake in wonder at His work
And watch the rising sun come from its sleep;
For today we ponder the foundation of the kirk,
A place sep’rating Satan from the sheep.

Hosanna! Hosanna! Salvation lives with Christ
On Whose work we can never set a price.