(Your Special Resurrection Day Poem!)
“It is not right! It can’t be good!
This bleeding and this pain.
Are we not given glorious life,
And not a crimson stain?
For blood is death, and life is breath.”
Yet first was blood and then came Seth.
Before re-birth, before new life,
First something else must bleed.
Because the life is in the blood,
As states the ancient creed.
The birth of young, when first begun,
There must be blood and water sprung.
The redbud’s bleeding flower grows,
Before new life of spring,
And fire’s gules and burning heat,
New life to fields will bring.
This crimson-red, this gory spread,
Will not give death, but life instead.
For blood and water flowed with pain,
When our fair Savior died.
His crimson brow and bloody limbs,
Thus cruelly crucified.
When He was killed, His blood was spilled,
And our dead souls with life were filled.