If Christ arose and put an end
To evil’s sway, can I depend
On Love’s true life to set aright
A life once lived by human might,
Or must I yet alone contend?
But if he did indeed ascend
From hellish depths, I cannot rend
Myself from him, nor quench the light,
If Christ arose.
I could not on my own intend
To live anew, or hope to mend
My errant ways; but in my plight
His life will shine amid the night,
And darkness shall no more impend,
If Christ arose.
© David T. Koyzis 1990
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