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To Die : To Live
Pauline Bouchier
He lay there in the worm of death for Adam’s
fallen race.
Stiff as all those who are dead are stiff;
cold as all those who are dead are cold.
His skin the colour that knows no breath of life,
no heartbeat, no flowing stream of blood.
Once more He is shrouded in cloths
but these are not the gentle swaddling cloths of life’s
careful appearance from the womb of flesh;
nor the practical work clothes of His carpentry;
nor the gracious garments of His healing-teaching ministry;
but the pale death-sheets of the womb of earth’s dark abyss.
The second Adam lies in the grave that the first Adam had
dug for himself for eternity.
Man helped to bury Him, yet He lay there of His own accord
that of His accord man may not have to lay there for eternity.
His bones are not dry
but He is dead
and death is death regardless of the span of time involved therein.
He lay stiff so that we might be quickened.
Cold that we might feel the warmth of life rushing
through our veins.
Shrouded in death-sheets so that we might dress in the spotless
robes of a King.
His bones were not destined to shed the decaying flesh or to
crumble with earth’s dust
for on the third day He would withdraw from Satan’s paradise
and man’s eternal agony
to stand again!
This time in the glorious raiments of a King!
The firstborn from the dead!
The FIRSTborn from the dead.
Satan’s head has been bruised.
The Sun has passed through his domain and risen
with healing in His wings
to heal innumerable dead hearts
to release many victims from their tombs.
Poor, rich, black, white great, small -
He draws them all, to follow Him,
victorious from the grave!
Adam’s fallen race may stand again,
They may dip themselves in Jesus' blood
and in His resurrection share;
They may live forever with Him
and on that final Easter morning
with the myriad trumpets soaring
And the archangel Michael calling “ARISE!”
SHOUT HOSANNAS TO THEIR KING!
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