The Risen One

an Easter poem

All glory be to Jesus Christ
who bore our sins and by His stripes
has made an end, a final end
to death itself, raising up men
of every tribe and land and tongue,
to live with Him, God’s one true son.
He is the king who saves our souls,
He is the one we’re waiting for—
and when He returns like a lightning bolt
all knees shall bow, us crying out:
Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God Almighty
who was and is and is to come.

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