Highway of the Risen Son

Today I have a Poem that I will not compose any words to introduce for! Instead I will let the Poem speak for itself. I will be interested in any and all comments on this poem or any of my Poetry in the comments as always. All that I will say this Poem came from a Picture of a Highway that runs off into the distance like the Highway of life itself..

Please enjoy the Poem.


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Highway of the Risen Son





I walk this life’s long highway, worn and wide,
Where reckless roads once ruled my restless stride.
My steps once strayed through shadowed, shifting sand,
Now trace the prints of pierced yet risen hand.




Where weary will and fragile faith were torn,
A rugged Cross rose rooted by the way,
Love’s signpost standing where my burdens lay.




Upon that hill where hope seemed wholly slain,
Where sky grew still and sorrow sealed the pain,
The stone was set, the silence sealed the grave,
And all seemed lost I had no power to save.




But morning moved along the muffled earth,
And light leaned low to lift new life to birth.
The stone was stirred, the sealed tomb split by flame,
And death fell faint at Jesus’ risen Name.




Now every mile that mercy marks for me
Is lit by living Light from Calvary.
The highway hums with hallelujah breath,
For He who walked my road has conquered death.




Where fear once fed on failure, fierce and fast,
It fades like frost beneath the dawn at last.
The chains that clung like cold and clashing steel
Lie loosed before the Living One who heals.




So still I walk this wide and waking way,
Not bound to night nor bent beneath decay.
For Christ the Crucified, now risen Son,
Walks every mile until my home is won.




And when this road runs narrow, dim, or steep,
His risen light my restless heart will keep,
Till highways end where heaven’s horizons shine,
And faith gives way to sight in Love divine.







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