There Was No

The Poetic Bible (compiled by Colin Duriez) SPCK 2001 

© ColinDuriez 2001

There was no grave grave enough

to ground me

to mound me

I broke the balm then slit the shroud

wound round me

that bound me

There was no death dead enough

to dull me

to cull me

I snapped the snake and waned his war

to lull me

to null me

There was no cross cross enough

to nil me

to still me

I hung as gold that bled, and bloomed

A rose that rose and prised the tomb

away from Satan's wilful doom

There was no cross, death, grave

or room

to hold me.

Stewart Henderson

Wishing you a Joyful Eastertide and celebration of Life

Read comments at