*Pastor’s Note: A.B. Simpson was a very well respected Canadian preacher, theologian and author who lived from December 15, 1843 to October 29, 1919. My prayer is that you will be blessed and inspired by his poetry as much as I am.

Resurrected, Not Raised

Resurrected with my Risen Saviour,
   Seated with Him at His own right hand;
This the glorious message Easter brings me,
   This the place in which by faith I stand.

Men would bid you rise to higher levels,
   But they leave you on the human plane.
We must have a heavenly resurrection;
   We must die with Christ and rise again.

Once there lived another man within me,
   Child of earth and slave of Satan he;
But I nailed him to the Cross of Jesus,
   And that man is nothing now to me.

Now another Man is living in me,
   And I count His blessed life as mine;
I have died with Him to all my own life;
   I have risen to all His life Divine.

Oh, it is so sweet to die with Jesus,
   And by death be free from self and sin!
Oh, it is so sweet to live with Jesus
   As He lives the death-born life within!

From Songs of the Spirit: Poetry by A. B. Simpson. Public Domain