The Day Death Died

Greetings on this beautiful Resurrection Day! Today we celebrate that the long-awaited Messiah has defeated death and opened the doors to Heaven. I want to share the following poem, An Easter Carol, by Phillips Brooks with you. I think it captures in beautiful verse the essence and meaning of this day.

 An Easter Carol

Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer

Death is strong, but Life is stronger

Stronger than the dark, the light

Stronger than the wrong, the right.

Faith and Hope triumphant say,

Christ will rise on Easter-Day.

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While the patient earth lies waking,

Till the morning shall be breaking,

Shuddering ‘neath the burden dread

Of her Master, cold and dead,

Hark! she hears the angels say,

Christ will rise on Easter-Day!

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And when sunrise smites the mountains,

Pouring light from heavenly fountains,

Then the earth blooms out to greet

Once again the blessed feet;

And her countless voices say,

Christ has risen on Easter-Day.

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Up and down our lives obedient

Walk, dear Christ, with footsteps radiant,

Till those garden lives shall be

Fair with duties done for Thee

And our thankful spirits say,

Christ arose on Easter-Day.

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7 thoughts on “The Day Death Died

  1. Hey nice poem! I’ve ventured into poetry myself, here’s a sonnet I just wrote: http://bulletinamaelstrom.wordpress.com/2012/04/09/o-snake-of-trepidity/

  2. Bethany says:

    I’m just an amateur poet myself, but I can tell you to keep writing and it will continue to come easier to you! 🙂

  3. lily says:

    There is a poem by Phillips Brooks– “Miracle”– that I keep on my bureau. (I wrote a post on it a while ago, Minor Miracles or some such thing.) Speaking of carols, did you know that he wrote the Christmas carol “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem”?
    Thank you for the beautiful Easter poem, Bethany! ~ Lily

  4. Bethany says:

    Hi Lily! Wow, I just read that poem on your blog and it is quite convicting. So many times we think that God is only existent to make our lives easier. But that isn’t the way a life is enriched at all. You have to be refined by fire and whittled at with an iron blade so that God can mold you into the person you are meant to be. A tough truth to accept whilst going through the process, but the results are more than we could ever hope to achieve through our own attempts. : )

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