The death of God, it came as quite a shock,
For who will save us if our King is dead?
They buried Him, and sealed it with a rock,
Laid Him to rest upon a stable bed.

Wrapped in linen, our mummified Savior
Entered the depths, a weary thief in tow;
“Look to this One, and not my behavior,”
His cry is ours; we are that thief also.

To be our guide, underneath Hades, death,
Our captain led the way for me and you;
Came out the other side, and took a breath,
And turned around to pull his brother through.

Now we, with Christ, inhale this sacred air;
Eternal living, bought for all to share.

A sinner saved by grace. I live in Boise, Idaho, USA where I mow lawns, run a nonprofit, and write poetry.