A poem, psalm, for Easter
You came in the flesh
A spirit become man
To the world you created
That rejected you
The world worshipped gods
Made of wood and stone
You came to show your infinite might
A power of patient love
You could have remained God
But you became man
They spilled your blood
And broke your bone
They tried to kill you on a cross of wood
To hide you in a tomb of stone
On Good Friday you defeated the wood
On Easter you conquered the stone
Your victory is ours
Our souls are free
Our lives will worship you
In spirit and in truth
Knowing you became blood and bone
To defeat the wood and stone
Beautiful!