I Was One

Shaken deeper than deep, hiding in the shadows from authorities and creeping fears—named and unnamed,

no light, no hopeful horizon even with the bending rays of first light.

But morning breaks the mourning in thunderous quiet within an unblocked tomb, in a soft step in the garden, and on dusty Jerusalem roads.

Fear breaks,

sin breaks,

and from the inside out a cry of liquid joy flows like a stream—He’s alive.

Just as He said, but we missed it, were blind to it—to Him.

But possibility and promise have rocked the dark kingdoms, and God’s Own has broken through, leading a parade of captives.

I was one.  Praise Him.

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