These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Day After the Greatest Day

To hope again beyond the tomb,
emotions I can't fully speak.
His week from glory then to gloom,
arisen now His Face to seek.

The Glory of the One, Who reigns
is all that matters evermore.
Salvation's Gift, removing chains,
the Shepherd of the sheep's blest Door.

At first He came the tiny Babe,
but now He stands Death's crushing Foe.
No more can gnarly mitts "outgrabe"
to pull to death the King we know.

'Tis one day past the greatest day
when The Victor changed Eternity.
No more believers need dismay.
Forever we'll His Glory see.

When Jesus comes again to Earth,
He conquers all this vast domain.
May He your heart give second birth
to snatch you from Hell's last insane.

The King arrives on horse, most white
to rule from whence He left at the first.
His Kingdom will ne'er know the night
illumined by His Glory's Burst.

Eternal God, the Babe became,
Who grew, enduring whip and curse.
The lasting Word forever same,
fulfilling every chapter, verse.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 21st, 2025