Glorious Day

In honor of this weekend, I thought I’d go back and share some of the poems I’ve written about Easter in the past. Because as much as I love Christmas and writing about it, it’s Easter that makes me turn to poetry. 

This first one is one of the first poems I wrote that I actually also really liked and felt proud of. That being said, I did write it in when I was in high school (maybe 2014?) so don’t judge it too harshly. I was still finding my own voice and learning which rules I wanted to follow and which ones I wanted to break. But I still hope you’ll enjoy reading it and remember why Good Friday is indeed Good.

Glorious Day

The night was black,
The air was cold,
Without a promise,
Or hint of hope. 

The clouds covered
The twinkling stars,
Allowing no light-
Near or far. 

His body lay broken
Within the grave,
While His disciples’ hopes
Drifted away. 

But then for a moment,
All was still-
As the darkness trembled
Near the hill. 

Ever so slowly,
The black fell away,
Revealing the golden
Light of day. 

The clouds rolled back,
The cold disappeared,
While two Roman soldiers
Quivered in fear. 

And then suddenly
With a burst of light-
He appeared,
Clothed in shimmering white. 

Oh, Glorious Day!
Oh, Glorious Day!
Death couldn’t defeat Him,
Or lock Him away. 

The Son has risen,
The Light is here. 
We are forgiven,
No longer in fear. 

Oh Glorious Day,
When we were set free. 
Oh Glorious Day,
When we were redeemed. 

Redeemed by the Son,
Loved by the King-
We’ll lift up our voices 
To praise Him and sing-

Oh, Glorious Day,
Oh, Glorious Day!
We’ve been Redeemed,
Oh, Glorious Day!