The Life for our life

damp, dark, cold, and silent
enveloped in a shroud in the earth
the Life lay lifeless

the only thing that truly is,
is not?
the Life lay lifeless?
the Immortal Infinite slain?

damp, dark, cold, and silent
from life’s surmise
but from a different gaze
outside of life’s maze
Life lay not lifeless
but death is now dead
defeated!

in violence He brought victory!

enveloped in mystery
the great God of history
was slain, for you, for me
the foil was sprang
it brought Him great pain
our sin is the hand that bore it
yet He took our blame
to purchase our name
He bore the frame of our cross

through vile, the victory
in wrote woe, to wonder