Happy Easter
In honor of Easter, and to help me remember the true meaning of this day, I thought I'd share a chiasmus that my dad wrote years ago. (Hopefully the formatting will turn out okay, because seeing the "X" is part of the poem!)
Chiasmus in the Spirit of the Easter season
Jesus Christ, the first born son of our Father in Heaven
The Only Begotten Son of God in the flesh
Was born of Mary,
To die.
Obediently suffering death,
Now offering exaltation
To those who accept him as
Their Savior.
With sorrow
He atoned for our sins.
Being wounded on the cross, his heart burst
Broken for our transgressions –
To heal us if we will repent by
Sacrificing a contrite spirit and a broken heart.
We thus abandon our sins
For peace.
His children
Are those who serve him,
Nurturing hope in eternal life,
Enduring faithful to the end.
We live
Born again
Of the Spirit, children of Christ,
The Only Begotten Son of God in the flesh
Was born of Mary,
To die.
Obediently suffering death,
Now offering exaltation
To those who accept him as
Their Savior.
With sorrow
He atoned for our sins.
Being wounded on the cross, his heart burst
Broken for our transgressions –
To heal us if we will repent by
Sacrificing a contrite spirit and a broken heart.
We thus abandon our sins
For peace.
His children
Are those who serve him,
Nurturing hope in eternal life,
Enduring faithful to the end.
We live
Born again
Of the Spirit, children of Christ,
Sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.
(By Shelley M Beckstrand, 15 April 1987)
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