THE FIRST OF THE SLEEPERS
When my faith stands at the grave,
For a stone that has been rolled away,
When my faith is short of understanding though the truth is there to see,
When my faith beset by doubt sees no further than an empty tomb today,
How often when weary do I sigh ‘The spirit is willing but the body is weak’?
How often when in prayer are my thoughts distracted by sounds or circumstance
Or my prayers distracted by trivial concerns?
Baggage carried with me rather than left at your feet.
How often do I find myself apologizing to you for my abbreviated prayer life?
And yet you draw me still to be in your presence.
By waters still, through fire and storm,
Your love continues to transform me,
And with that call, you welcome me – no barriers, no limits, just GRACE.
For you defeated death to show me
That I can rise from all that binds me to the world:
Pride, envy, anger, fear and the debt of sin that holds me here.
You defeated death to show me a love that is beyond my understanding.
And after Calvary, God has nothing left to prove to humanity.
For how can you doubt His love
After looking at the bleeding form of His Son hanging on the Cross.
And Easter reminds me that
Each time I deny you, Lord,
Another nail is sharpened.
And each time I defy you, Lord,
Into your hand it’s hammered.
When faith is weak,
And courage fails,
Forgive me Lord and once again become that risen presence within my heart.
O Living King,
You have gone forth and gone up,
Out of Hell as Conqueror.
The world below lies desolate.
The spirits of evil are fallen.
The Angels of God are rejoicing.
The tombs of the dead are empty.
The First of the Sleepers is Risen!.