Can you feel the wait?
The weight of sin.
The weight of glory.
The pause of movement,
Creation waits,
Its Maker sleeps.
Down into the pit
Descends the One
Who made the depths.
All of Sheol
Looks up and gazes
Upon the Savior.
The Alpha who spoke
Light into existence
Illuminates the dark
Pit where the dead saints
Are imprisoned by
The serpent’s vile bite.
Adam rejoices
Seeing the One who
Walked with him daily.
Eve weeps joyfully
The long promised Son
From our dreadful fall.
Abraham and Isaac
Encounters the One
Providing the off’ring.
Israel wrestles
To see the One
Who gave him His name.
Moses encounters
The One who bears
The Name of the Lord.
Behold the lawgiver
Who etched His law
Into tablets of stone.
The One who gave the
Law of life and death
Became the Curse,
Bestows blessings
Gives light to Moses’ face
And Israel’s children.
Joshua falls to his face
Once more before the
Captain of the Lord’s host.
The conquest of His foes
Completed by the One
Bearing Joshua’s name.
Gideon stands tall
the Mighty Warrior
As he recalls,
Peace be to you
Do not fear
You shall not die.
Samuel hears again
The Voice from his sleep
Calling him to serve.
Job praises God
Seeing this day
His Redeemer lives.
David kneels before
The Lord who makes
Sin and death His footstool.
Elijah covers his face
At the mighty voice
From His whispering.
Isaiah witnesses
The Man of Sorrows
Bearing our grief,
Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God
Prince of Peace.
Daniel’s companions
Are relieved to see
The Son of God,
Who protected them
From the furnace
Of a mad king.
Jonah laughs
Recalling three days
In the fish belly.
Now seeing His Lord
Swallowed by Death
Is Death’s Undoing.
Christ descends to hell
Hell is harrowed
Death is destroyed.
Satan surprised
His prize becomes
His own defeat.
The tyrant is no more
He is overthrown
Hell is conquered
Sin is vanquished
Death is toppled
Christ is King.
Rise up O sleepers
Christ shines upon you
Capt’vity is captive.
Christ gifts the old saints
The captives ascend to
Heaven’s promised land.
The rock and stones
Cry out to its King
Quakes for its Maker.
The dead Adam walks
The new Adam lives
The tomb is empty.
Sinners are redeemed,
Devil’s powerless,
His death is our Life.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy vict’ry?
He is not here, Christ is ris’n!
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