The Day (An Occasion Poem)

Just a few days ago they’d sung his praise
With dancing, voices and palm leaves raised,
Only to think that now at their hands he’d die
With more shouts of jubilee than of anguished cries.

That was the day the earth shook and the veil tore.
With the sin upon him, the Father-Son bond shorn.
The day that men consider the day God died
When on our behalf he was buried and tried.

That was a dark day of our history, yet just the first,
For the day after this was still much, much worse,
When the world seemed as if it were godless
And it appeared as if there was no hope of holiness.

That was the second dark day of human history,
But he knows better than us. It is Hs story.
It was on the third day when he won his bride,
That was the day He conquered. The day death died.