"The Cost" (Original Poem)

This poem is in a "quintilla" form, with a rhyme scheme AABBA. 

“The Cost”
25 February 2025 
~form: quintilla, AABBA rhyme scheme~

The world is dark and cruel and cold
Dims, dulls, and taints the heart of gold 
Sordid motives and desire
Stoke flames of forthcoming fire 
Despite the warnings manifold 
 
Though righteously once shone the light 
Upon the earth, for all was right 
And peace abound from east to west
Each creature bountifully blessed
All according to His good sight 
 
Until the seed of darkness raised
His ugly head, his red eyes blazed
Disdained the work of sanctity 
And plotted a calamity 
The perfect world at once fell razed
 
Since that moment, all have toiled 
Finite years of life now soiled
In the dust and filth and mire 
While, in our Maker's eyes, a fire
Burned, as His holy blood boiled 
 
His children, holy creation
Now at risk of hell's damnation
So, in His wisdom, He prepared
A way for life to be repaired
To secure for us salvation
 
Through the years He sprinkled traces
Of His plan to lavish graces 
On a people lost and strayed
Though Him they oftentimes betrayed
He met us in distant places
 
When we wandered, He led the way 
For our return, and everyday 
Protected, guided, care and love
Abundant mercies from above
Granting hope and crushing dismay 
 
Then came the day He sent His one
And only and beloved Son 
To live upon a cursed land 
Fulfilling all that had been planned
Until the day death was undone
 
Embodiment of love and grace 
Unto a wretched human race
A picture of the Father's heart
Who loved us since the very start
We now could gaze upon His face
 
Yet Him we scorned in bitter rage
Though He loved us through every age 
Tortured, murdered, man of sorrow
Laid to rest in a tomb, although 
His final breath had paid the wage
 
The ground, it shook, the sky grew dark
The future now seemed cold and stark 
The temple veil was torn in two 
But covenant was made brand new 
God lives not only in the ark 
 
Dark is deepest just before dawn 
The Savior of the world seemed gone 
But on the third He breathed again 
He conquered death, He rose and then
Heaven’s throne He now sits upon 
 
So press on into daylight’s beam 
Of His love’s full intensity 
So live each day to do His will
His divine purpose to fulfill 
Darkness has no hold on thee 

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