The Rise of Fall

Autumn is the season

Where trees and plants have a reason

To die with a hope to return.

With the death the trees hope to spurn

New life, which cannot be possible

Without God making it permissible.

But God,

A two-letter phrase that prods

The heart to see a new alternative.

An option so divine, premeditive

By a holy, God, that chose such a contradiction

To show his glory to us in nature. 

The reality is this:

That sin’s payment is death, fatality, and separation

Christ took our payment to place us in reconciliation

Before God’s very presence. He won us back

So that through death and resurrection He could tack

Righteousness on my account, which I can never achieve

Aside from God’s empowerment that Christ gave so I might receive.

But God chose death to give life to the autumnal season,

And in worthless, wretched sinners

For no apparent reason.

 

This great mystery that God sent his Son

To die a payment for my sins because I run

So far from Him and choose to sin

But God,

Chose to use death to win

My soul back in His jealousy.

He arose in victory

Paying for sin, destroying death’s penalty

This gives all humanity a new reality.

God, so infinite in mercy, chose not to stop there,

He furthered his glory in another death. He chose to leave His chair

In heaven, the mighty throne to be a servant to his creation,

To rescue the human race in such a depravation.

Shown in yet another contradiction, that life can be given

At the expense of a perfect death He showed power that he could be risen.

Rising from the ashes, like a phoenix He conquered fatality

After in the grave for three days he arose to divinity

In to glory to give the gift of life back to humanity.