This Is Love's Power and Glory

Todays poem-a-day challenge is to write a power poem...

To the Christian the power of God;

 His Word that in the beginning created the heavens and the earth,

His love that brought salvation to the world,

His Son who suffered our sin's penalty,

 are first thoughts that come to mind when hearing the word 'power'!

Rom.1:16

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, 

because it is the power of God 

that brings salvation to everyone who believes: 

first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.

There is Power in the Blood-Alan Jackson

The Power of the Cross-Keith and Kristyn Getty

Death could not subjugate Life Everlasting

Hatred could never be greater than love

The empty cross was hope’s graphic forecasting

Christ shed the grave like a linen glove

‘"Tetelestai!" "It is finished!" Love’s story

Nothing can thwart; the tomb’s stone could not stay

‘Thine is the kingdom, the power and glory

Forever.' Nothing can take it away

No one can nullify the sinner’s pardon

No one the King of kings can overthrow

After the battle of wills in The Garden

Christ, through submission vanquished hope’s dark foe

Redemption’s scarlet flood flows through the ages

Nothing can abrogate Atonement’s Gift

Though scorn is violent and hate, tenacious

Hope is an anchor that nothing can shift

Though wars unfold horrors, brutal and gory

These are the fulfilling of prophecy

Before the King of Kings appears in glory

To dispel evil in a fiery sea

Death, is the shadow that each breath is casting

Death, though it seems to have the final word

To those whose hope is in Life Everlasting

Know God’s love and justice is undeterred

Love’s hands, through which hatred’s daggers were driven

Love’s brow thorn-torn; Love’s body crucified

Love’s blood, the flood whereby sins are forgiven

This is the love that stripped death of its pride

This is love’s power and glory we honour

Name above all names, Love, mighty to save

This is the power above any other

This is the glory that shatters the grave

Death cannot subjugate Life Everlasting

Hatred will never be greater than love

The empty cross is hope’s symbol, forecasting

Graves that will be shed like a linen glove

© Janet Martin