For individual or group Bible study, look up the passages indicated and contemplate the flow of this poem.

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When Darkness Becomes Light, by Ryan MacPherson

Thick darkness falls deeper

layering the land;

in sorrow cries Someone,

“Where is the Lord’s hand?”

Distant, so distant

God’s presence recedes,

yet God’s hand is close—

nailed to the trees.

Blood flows and dries

in the sunlight now vanished;

for the sins of all people

God’s own Son is banished:

For the sin of those taunting

at the One on the tree—

they sneer, “Save thyself!”

to Him who saves me.

Afar in the Temple,

but so near in my heart,

a veil that once separated

is now torn apart.

The Christ breathes His last

as He gives up His life,

to breathe into me

God’s first breath of life.

The old Adam dies

that a new may be born—

when darkness becomes light

on the great Easter morn!