Originally published 07-19-19
This poem is based off a line someone said as a part of
their testimony last Sunday. That line became the last stanza, and I wrote all
the other stanzas to set the scene. Sometimes we don’t really appreciate just
how much of a miracle the Atonement and Resurrection was, but I think it helps
to think of how the people would have felt when Christ died.
He let the world go dark
Disciples fled
when He was seized.
Leaders mocked
but He opened not His mouth.
Followers watched
as He was condemned.
Peter cried
when the cock crowed thrice.
Mary wept
to see her Son on a cross.
Friends mourned
as they buried His body.
He let the world go dark
to rise up on that Sunday
shining brilliantly.
