Up above the angels waited patiently,

While here on earth Satan waited anxiously.

With only three days to see,

The Savior who died for me.

Would death overcome the Lord Jesus?

Or would His Hand hold which leads us?

After each day had come, Satan did dare,

To ask the question, “Was the Lord still there?”

Each night that question was purely answered,

 Indeed Jesus body and the grave was mastered.

But Satan would not give up this fight,

And the Lord held him back with not even half of His might.

As the end of three days came nearer,

Satan saw his fate as though through a clear, crystal mirror.

Finally the last day was none,

And to his dismay, the Christ was gone!

Now transformed souls could go to heaven,

Because the Almighty Lord had risen!

Satan had one final plan, though, still on his chalk board,

He would keep our souls from the all infinite Lord.

Christian, don’t let him win this victory!

With God’s armor, you can fight the good fight and win the lost to Gods army.

Maybe in just three days you or I could see,

With a hardened heart or bended knee.

Marjorie Fawn Saylor 3/5/95

My first poem ever at  13 yrs old