Victory from the Grave

The night was long and sleepless.

Despair enfolded the scattered flock

As they huddled in dark recesses

And their Savior was entombed behind the rock.

Shock which makes the blood flow cold

And grief which chokes and stifles breath...

These are the usurping companions

Which plagued the witnesses of Jesus' death.

Did they pray from weary hearts

Or did their tongues loosen at all?

Could they meditate on his words

Or could all they see was their master's fall?

How gloomy were his friends

As Jesus "laid" there in the tomb.

But he did not lay there politely.

In Heaven and Hell, he was making room!

He wrought chaos in Satan's armies;

He opened heaven and widened Hell.

He stole victory from the hands of his enemies

And kept a promise to the thief he did tell.

While the disciples ached in stillness,

Their Savior worked in unfathomable ways.

While they shriveled in fear and in sadness,

There was a lot Jesus got done in three days.

Destruction, creation, and restoration...

Victory and resurrection!

Doubt and terror were humiliated

For those waiting were under His protection.

How short and swift are the days we call life!

This is just ground to harvest something better.

Endure the hardships that come from the wait

And be restored by His Kingdom forever!

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Kimberlee Long, March 30th, 2024

Stock Photo of the Garden Tomb