The Marvelous Exchange

I wish that I could have seen the glory
of the victory won over darkness and sin, to witness
the fall of light for a moment in time, feeling an eternity
and praying for it to end

If somehow I could have closed my eyes
and be taken away, back to that blessed hour of triumph
in disguise, so that only those who loved could see what was truly there
and they did love
for the shadows fell, and brilliance of warmth and light
tumbled freely across the dying faces
I among them, even to this day I stand there and break

I long to have felt the mighty hand invisible
reach to touch even the vile skin of a sinner like me
and call me home, call me His forever and always
a child, an object of undeserved grace
to be one who died there with him, and did not release the certain grasp
of faith, bringing me life anew, and humility
which led me to that hill
to witness the marvelous exchange.