Partakers in His Resurrection (Based on Colossians 3:1-4)

If you are now raised up with Christ from the grave,
Selected, elected, by grace and through faith,
Baptized by the Spirit, thus blood-washed and saved,
Partakers in His resurrection.

Start looking to heaven – on things of above,
Where God reigns eternal in triunal love.
The home-land our fathers rebelled from for lusts,
Corrupted in twisted obsessions.

Your eyes set on heaven, not burdens of earth,
Creation still writhing in sin’s sordid birth.
Through food, money, sex, and your rest do God’s work,
Corruption is not your concession.

For you are now dead, and your life is in Christ,
Your hidden with God – the Almighty on high,
So sin has no power to rule in your life,
It is but a hollow impression.

With Christ in his glory – with Him – we revealed,
Eternal, ethereal, all horror repealed,
This heaven, our hearts are now blood-bought love-sealed,
Praise Jesus! Let all men confess Him!


I Peter 1:1-6: Certain Salvation

A letter out of Babylon,
From one who talked with Christ,
Who lived with Him, and fished for men,
For those elect to life,
May grace and peace
To you increase,
To those who God foreknew,
To pilgrims, all of you.

My Brothers, listen as I tell,
For we must understand,
This covenant, obedient,
The outline of God’s plan,
A sacrifice,
That does suffice,
To bring us to His hope,
Abundant mercy quote.

I speak of Christ’s atoning death,
The Resurrected Day,
That gives us, hence, inheritance,
That can not fade away.
Protected, child,
And undefiled,
This Christ whom we have craved,
In heaven for us saved.

By God’s own power we were saved,
Through faith, by grace, for love,
To be unveiled, when all else fails,
Revealed from God above.
Rejoice, dear child,
Though various trails,
A little while we brave,
Rejoice, for you are saved!

The Life-Bleeding

(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.