When tensions mount,
And fears surround,
They become my reality.
When dread sets in,
And besetting sin,
Threatens me with fatality,
When hope takes flight,
My will to fight,
Retreats like the receding tide,
When sorrows bring,
Death’s sharp sting,
And the grave’s mouth opens wide,
I realize this tomb
Is in fact a womb,
Where life is birthed from tragic death.
The stone rolls away,
I step into the day,
Of resurrected borrowed breath.
When self is slain,
There will be pain,
But Jesus is here with me still.
He has felt the same,
The guilt, the shame,
And He bore it on Golgotha’s hill.
So I breathe in deep,
And let His love sweep
Me into His warm, welcome embrace.
New hope begins,
And His love wins,
I become an ambassador of His grace.