resurrected man

they call you
the resurrected man in white
with burning eyes that shine forth light
the glory of your father seen!
how could a human man live so clean?

behold! the God-man pure and bright
beloved of the father's sight
to show his son gives him delight
so in our hearts love would ignite
a fire
burning, holy flame
a love of Jesus Christ, his name
like sweet honey, just to be said
we love our king, raised from the dead!

they call you
the resurrected man and Christ
the savior of this humble life
you won our freedom by your blood
washed us with mercies like a flood

and now we see you as you are
alive, the bright and morning star
the first to rise of many more
when you return, our bridegroom Lord

for three days
you were trapped in a hollow shell
sealed with a promise
waging war against hell

all your loved ones grieved you
and wondered why they believed you
holdign onto threads of hope
in calloused hands

but when the earth shifted
as the servant of your father
rolled stone against dirt
did anyone hear the choir
in heaven
singing your name

for three days
you were kept where the demons dwell
until your strength
broke the deadly spell

and all your friends who saw
both in doubt and awe
found the end of the rope
attached to a man

and when their ears were opened
they were flooded with the song

what man has lived a life like this?
begotten, with a healing kiss
the throes of nature's curse too frail
to take the life of human's bail

what man has died a death so low?
with power more than many know
a god allowed himself to bleed
and suffer long so we'd be freed

what man has overcome the grave?
is free from sin and not a slave?
has truth beyond mere human thought
but wisdom that the Lord has taught

there's something that's so other than
that can't compare to any man
my heart, it longs to understand
so help me, Lord
only you can

you didn't have to do it this way

what were you told in the heavens
when you became what you made
in a horse's trough laid
few aware of your presence

how is it that God was a child
just like you and I
this one who was begotten
before the start of time

he grew
and he knew
who he was before his father
humbled himself though he himself was the author

of little hands, holding their mother
of baby's breaths, in the arms of another
of small beginnings
and the achings of youth
of grandfathers bidding
their kids to the truth

you didn't have to do it this way
becoming like us
to assure us
you know what it's like to be human

a baby
swaddled in his mother's arms

fingers holding on to
finger, gripping on to
feel the permanence
of his mother's heartbeat

God inside
a fragile cage of skin and bone

sleeping in a bed of
blankets, and the loving
eyes and tender whispers
holding him close

Gawhh! I'm so happy you're going with this theme sound - go you! I may need to get some religious poetry into my thread too.

I really liked all five poems you've posted so far - but I think the 2nd is my favorite your control of rhyme is excellent, and the careful devotion and theology in each one in excellent and seems really thought-out.

In your last poem the lines, "God inside / a fragile cage of skin and bone" is especially striking!

Looking forward to seeing where you end up with this thread! <3

Edit: Totally didn't see your thread didn't have the comment sticker on it! Sorry! I'll throw my comment under a spoiler ~ still loving the poetry though!

you had eyes that saw past
the cultural bounds
and leaped over the mounds
and the walls we built up

be it wealth or status
you saw through the lattice
and nothing would stop you
from reaching through

'cause when you called a person
it was sure, and was true

the zealots, the poor man
who fishes for wages
the social pariahs
logging money in pages
the rich man who's hungry
the one who's alone
there's none
that you do not invite to the throne

i didn't know your name
nor was my frame
familiar with the weight of glory
a stranger to the story
that the God and son had made
when humanity had strayed
because he dared to let us choose
our own ways

i loved the truth i made for me
thought i didn't need to be set free
from the prison of my carnal state
i was blind, and dull, and walking straight
into a fire, rightfully mine
a fate deserved by one divine
and yet
he who defines what's good and right
had mercy on me and my blight

who is he
moved with compassion
who planned this from the start of time
who knew free will
would leave us ashen
but made a way to clear my crime

he didn't have to save me
for no man has excuse
but with kind eyes he took pity

he was killed
and still
let me choose

your childhood friends and
your own family didn't believe (in) you
when you said you were the christ
you were just
the boy from bethlehem

a refugee
who barely escaped
the terrible fate
of the children newly born

a miracle
and a fortunate soul
but the could not see past
the child
to see the king

you
who conquered the curse of death
by your power
and promised
to share your victory
with those you love

a gift you fought for
and paid with your blood

so that every man
would have life everlasting

when they receive you

you were despised
considered a liar
a fraud and a threat
not recognized
thrown into the fire
we did not forget
how you bore our griefs
our sins were atoned
surely we are thiefs
but you did it alone

for the price you have paid
no one else could afford
you endured more than pain
so we could be restored

suffered in life and in death
and 'til your final breath
you thought of us
and you thought of me

and thus
you were stricken

love beyond degree

this is our incarnate king
he's aquainted with suffering
his eyes are like a blazing fire
there was a choir
when he was born, in a manger laid
this is the one who's died and paid
fore all of our iniquity
and he raised us up in dignity
on his head are many crowns
from his throneroom come many sounds
a thundering, roaring, rumbling
to be present is his presence
overwhelming, oh so humbling
look at this one, whom all will see
when he comes down in his glory
riding on a white horse
with righteousness he's set on his course
to judge justly and rightly
he takes no sin lightly
what justice will come through
from the Faithful and True
with his robe dipped in blood
bringing truth like a flood
this is the king of kings
ruler over everything
this is the Lord of Lords
through whom earth is restored