I found a moment deeply entrained,
Somewhat rusty and restrained.
I scoured its tarnished face
Restoring its unblemished angelic grace.
Beneath a splintered cross I stood
Staring at the blood stained wood;
Sacrificed upon this tree
Christ reconciled Himself to me.
At the tomb from whence He lay
Only gleamed the light of day;
The stench of sin could not remain
Neither death my Lord restrain.
Only friends of mine were here,
Locked within this room of fear;
Suddenly, I knew that Jesus was among us too.
I touched His hands,
His pierced side;
“My Lord and my God,” I cried.
It is finished as Christ said
For He has risen from the dead.
Guide me Lord in all my ways;
Grant me strength to sing Thy praise.
Jonathan M. Bellmann