The storm was coming
As clouds grew dark
And ominous shadows
Played games with our hearts.
As the procession came
With a mix of anger and cries
And our dear Lord
Carried the world in His eyes.
As His surroundings
Seemed to melt away
All He could see
Were the souls who’d be saved.
While others shrieked and agonized
Knowing our Lord would soon die
He bore on with single purpose
For the sake of our lives.
All around us
Many cheered
As the Son of God
Slowly drew near.
We could not believe
That this was the end
But in the depths of His heart
He saw amber dawn ahead.
Hours moved on
In a sickenly . . . slowness
While He bore the pain
That rightly belonged to us.
As all we could see
Was the darkness and pain
Yet, His eyes showed no doubt
Amber dawn would rise again.
While the pains of the moment
Were clouding our hearts
We simply couldn’t bear
That from us He must part.
As the thunder roared
And the curtain was split
In the depths of our souls
We knew this was it.
The time had come
As the very earth shuttered
And we heard from His lips
The last words He would utter.
Before darkness descended
Both around and within
How could we know
That amber dawn would rise again?
And on that third day
While we were unaware
Amber dawn began to rise
Swiftly filling the air
Bringing with it
The hope of a new day
As our Savior arose
Taking the darkness away.
For the light of the amber dawn
Had become increasingly bright
As it ushered in the Lord
And Savior of our lives.
Now never again
Would we need to live in fear
For amber dawn would remind us
That He is always near.
By Rachel Basden ©️ Original Version 1999 & Revised in 2023
Photo By Rachel Basden ©️ 2023
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