Confession for Resurrection Day

I suppose that one could fairly say,
“These women did not come in faith.”

Hearts heavy with grief and spirits wrenched,
Laden with spices to take away the defiling stench,

Expecting to find Jesus still in the grave,
and wondering, “Who will roll the stone away?”

And even at first sight could not quite
recognize him in dawn’s dim light.

But as soon as Mary heard him speak her name,
believed at once and was never again the same.


I suppose that one could fairly say,
“You have not always lived in faith.”

I have brought others grief and good hearts wrenched,
Have born from bad choices that defiling stench.

It’s true that I earned my place in the grave, 
and no excuse to ask that my guilt be rolled away.

I knew no matter how dim the light,
the things I chose were neither loving nor right.

But even in sin’s own darkness, I heard him call my name,
and though yet weak and tempted, have never been the same.


And so, without the least sense of earn or merit,
I will daily welcome his indwelling spirit.

And will rejoice beyond my dying day,
that God himself rolled the stone away.


H. Arnett
4/9/23

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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