If Christ be died not
Then is my life but naught.
What miserable soul be I?
Hopeless, Hopeless, Hopeless I sigh.
If Christ be died not
Then in futility have we sought,
And vanity have we got;
Then mum's diffused into thin air:
My love, my joy in the devil's care,
And on earth do walk we in despair.
If Christ be died not
Then know i no aught
Of no man but melting pot.
If His soul be left in hell,
What shall the many we tell
Who have our homily believed
And for which sake are many bereaved?
But no - no man owe we pangs of conscience.
Glory and Honor and Power
Be God, who in earth's lower
(That death may not us devour)
Gave the triumph to this hour.
Praise the Lord - Halleluiah.
Beautiful Devotional piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with spiritual insight. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Indeed, if Christ didn't come to die, we are utterly hopeless and absolutely far from salvation. Praise be to God for His amazing grace and wonderful mercies! - Shim'onai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is written in an interesting form, it's easy to read, and teases the intelligence to seek more understanding. Good job!
God bless you Elizabeth