An empty tomb is just empty. It took a meeting with Jesus to convince a woman, then a group of men that Jesus, who had died on a cross, was alive. It is still difficult to believe. Yet after two thousand years, whatever we believe, as Geoffrey Best has written on Facebook, ‘…in this (hi)story is the revelation of the very nature of God, a God who takes all that we throw and absorbs and transforms the dead and deadly into life abundant .... if we let it!’ Amen!
1 We cannot speculate, or glance
into the well of history.
Nor can we look beyond this time
with any sense of certainty.
We only have our faith and hope,
to make us stand, to help us cope.
2 Great God we grasp at straws of faith,
of things we hope will point to you.
We read the ancient texts and scan
those distant myths to make them new.
And all the time we live between
these metaphors and what is seen.
3 The past is gone, we cannot hear
more than an echo down the age.
And what is still to come we fear;
we see each other's pent up rage.
Yet what we need is close at hand,
your present love in every land.
4 True resurrection brings to bear
the things that heal, create, unite.
Love launches its triumphant praise
and builds on joy and will delight.
The former things are passed away,
dead night transformed to brightest day.
Metre: 8 8 8 8 8 8 Tune: ABINGDON
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) Words © 2015 © Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.
Art © Andrew Pratt 2022
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Thank you once again Andrew for another very moving, meaningful poem. Makes me emotional.
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Thank you
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