Darkness,
Weeping women
Carrying grief and spices
To carry out a duty
To do, one last time
For One they love
A duty the dead cannot do
For themselves,
A duty which,
This once,
Would remain undone
Because unneeded.
For this One
Could not be kept
In the grave.
No claim of Death
Could hold
The Self-Existent
One,
Who came to do
For the dead
What we—
The dead—
cannot do for ourselves.
For those He loved,
He gave
Himself,
Carrying sin,
Bearing shame,
Receiving Holy wrath
In our place,
That we might
Never die,
But live forevermore.
He is
The Resurrection
And the Life.
Rejoice!
Into our sadness
Has come
Light.
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Barbaranne Kelly is a reader, writer, retreat speaker, and hospitality enthusiast. She and her husband Jim are members of Christ Presbyterian Church in New Braunfels, Texas where she serves on the women’s ministry team and leads women’s Bible studies. She has been blogging ever since she accidentally registered for a blog while attempting to comment on a friend’s post and figured, “Why not?” God has blessed Barbaranne and Jim with five fascinating children, two awesome sons-in-law, two amazing daughters-in-law, and four delightful grandsons. In all her roles it is Barbaranne’s sincere hope that she and those to whom she ministers may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge.
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