Resurrection’s Triumph

In the shadows of Gethsemane’s olive trees,
Where prayers mingled with sorrowed pleas,
A betrayal’s kiss, a whispered betrayal’s kiss,
Unveiled the path to the cross, where anguish would hiss.

Before the Sanhedrin’s stern, condemning gaze,
Jesus stood, innocence cloaked in haze.
False accusations, lies woven tight,
Yet truth stood resolute, bathed in holy light.

Pilate’s hall, a stage for power’s display,
As the crowd’s clamor drowned reason away.
“Crucify him!” they cried, their voices a roar,
Echoing through history, forevermore.

The scourge’s lash, the thorns’ cruel embrace,
Upon his brow, sorrow etched its trace.
A burden heavy, a cross to bear,
Through streets of anguish, he would fare.

At Golgotha’s hill, beneath a darkened sky,
Nails pierced flesh, and tears were shed high.
“Father, forgive them,” his words a plea,
As mercy flowed from Calvary’s tree.

In the silence of death, hope seemed to wane,
But love’s triumph could not be contained.
For on the third day, the tomb lay bare,
As death’s grip yielded to life’s eternal stare.

Guarded by soldiers, the tomb stood secure,
Yet even their might could not endure.
For in the dawn’s light, the stone rolled away,
Revealing an empty tomb, where once Jesus lay.

The earth trembled, the heavens rejoiced,
As death’s defeat found its resounding voice.
“He is risen!” the angels proclaimed,
As hope’s eternal flame forever flamed.

Risen, victorious, the Lamb once slain,
Redemption’s story, forever to reign.
From cross to crown, from death to life,
In Jesus, the world finds end to strife.

So let the spoken word proclaim,
The power of love, in Jesus’ name.
For in his sacrifice, we find our worth,
And in his resurrection, the promise of rebirth.