Brought to Light

When God decided way back when

To take this darkened speck in space

And make it something beautiful,

A perfumed, colored dwelling place

For creatures that could swim and fly

And run  and jump with joy and grace,

He saved the best for last to make -

Resembling God: the human race.

When God appeared upon the scene

The darkness left without a trace

The second that He spoke the word

And showed his brightly smiling face.

And there was light to shine upon

What hitherto was void and dark.

His presence and his voice awoke 

A brilliance as a tiny spark

May in an instant turn to flame,

Which burns with luminescent bright

Full of vibrant energy,

Hot and moving, magic might.

And day by day as He appeared

He added more to his creation

Until at last this masterpiece

Had reached its final culmination.

When Jesus came into our world

He found it plagued with suffering

A place where sin too long had ruled,

In need of healing He could bring.

For years He travelled near and far

By foot, by boat, to everywhere

Within the region where He Lived

To show a better way and share

In stories told, in words and deeds,

The truth about the kingdom of

His Father God who'd sent him here,

Whose principles are perfect love.

And yet there were some enemies

Who ever followed on his trail

Intent to tempt him to do wrong

And make his mission thus to fail.

But such attempts had no effect,

For Jesus kept on doing good.

And so his death was made a plan.

They'd make him suffer, if they could.

At last in anguish none could know

They spiked his body to a tree

On which He gave his very life

To save from sin humanity.

To those who watched and saw it all

It seemed that evil won the game

That good and God had somehow lost

Extinguished in a blackened shame

But black despair has never been

A thing which God cannot erase

His love is stronger than all sin

And none can match amazing grace.

And thus it was Creator God,

As at the start of everything

When darkness fled when He appeared

As light and life He came to bring,

When now it seemed that all was lost,

Since Christ was crucified and dead

And all who'd put their faith in him

We're disillusioned now, instead,

When hope was at its lowest ebb

And darkness had the upper hand,

At just this moment black and bleak

He'd reappear as He had planned.

The old week ended, finally gone,

About the hour of coming dawn,

About the time the day was breaking,

It seemed the earth itself was shaking,

And something happened as the night

Gave way to rays of beaming light:

The very tomb where Jesus lay

Exposed itself to coming day,

And from that tomb of darkest death

The sound and evidence of breath

And beating heart and stirring limb

We're heard and felt as life in Him

Began to pulse with new elation

As once it did at man's creation.

The linen wraps, the burial clothes

Unwrapped themselves as He arose

And sat and stood upon his feet

And breathed the springtime air so sweet

While darkness fled in quick retreat

And death slunk back in dire defeat.

He then stepped forth to greet the day,

And shadows melted far away.

The light seemed brighter than before

For life eternal evermore

Was now assured and offered free

To even such as you and me

On resurrection first-day morn

Eternal hope at last was born.

The Savior's re-creative power

Was brought to light that very hour

And shines until this very day:

It's He, the Truth, the Life, the Way!