Resurrection Celebration

It's not about an empty tomb.

     It's not about a cross.

It's not about an empty room.

     Nor yet reversing loss.


His resurrection tore apart

     The grief and pain they felt.

The jolt of joy within each heart

     Was not the purpose dealt.


The reason that we celebrate

     Is not emotion's pow'r

Nor history shall ever sate

     The meaning of the hour.


The question we must ask again

     Is where does Christ abide?

For Christ arose from death in vain

     Unless he lives inside.


Without expression in our deeds,

     Our words do silent fall.

Unless the hungry 'round us feed,

     Why celebrate at all?


For Jesus rose to live again

     Not to be sung to sleep.

Rehearsing history is vain

     Unless His will we keep.


He's still within the darkened cave

     Unless our lives are spilled

Of grace, compassion, neighbor love

     'Til every tear be stilled


So celebrate with hearty voice

     The resurrection tale

And add to singing deeds of choice

     That Christ through us prevail.


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©Copyright 2017 Christopher Byron Harbin
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