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HE IS RISEN!
I write my poems to provide a way for families to share the major stories of Jesus' life. The stories are all told by an animal and written in rhyming verse in the same meter as Dr. Seuss' poetry.  As a result children and adults love to share them.  

He Is Risen! tells the story of the death and resurrection of Jesus as told by a rooster named Machai.  While writing the poem I was a little overwhelmed and surprised at the complexity of the story. In most churches we divide the story into its component parts.   We celebrate Jesus' procession into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday.  Maundy Thursday is when we celebrate the Last Supper and on Good Friday we mourn the death of Jesus.  Finally on Easter day we celebrate His resurrection. It is really interesting to read the story from beginning to end to get a real sense of the events of that fateful week. It is the most human of stories since it is touched with moments of triumph, greed, gifts, betrayal, denial, great pain and suffering,  faith and forgiveness.  The poem is 35 verses long and each verse deals with a separate event or moment during Jesus' progression to the cross and his resurrection.  It is an extraordinary story that cant fail to move you. 


             (To download and print a PDF copy of the poem please go here)



                                     He Is Risen!                        

                                                            by
                                             Alastair Macdonald                                 

                                 I awaken the priests in their temple beds.
                                "Cock a doodle do!" 
                                The Roman Guards those sleepy heads
                                "Cock a doodle do!"                                                              
                                I'm Machai the rooster, king of the Mount,
                                “Awake Jerusalem!” I cry out,
                                “Cock-a-doodle-doodle-do, cock-a-doodle-do!
                                Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doodle, cock-a-doodle-do!”


                                The priests complain, the Pharisees gripe,
                                “Who is this man called Jesus Christ?
                                Some say He's a prophet sent by God
                                Or perhaps the Messiah, an obvious fraud!
                                Whoever He is, a dangerous man
                                With strange ideas of God’s commands.
                                He angers the Romans, the crowds He attracts,
                                We need to get rid of Him, that's a fact!”


                                Jerusalem's ready, the Passover feast,
                                With thousands of people gathered to meet
                                Family and friends remember anew
                                God's grace and deliverance of the Jews.
                                The man named Jesus and followers come
                                Into the city, a gigantic throng
                                Of simple folk from the Galilee shore,
                                As they follow this man they truly adore.


                                Into the city, a donkey He rides,
                                Surrounded by people on every side.
                                They sing God's praises, glory on high
                                “Hosanna in the highest!” I hear them cry.
                                Palm leaves wave, placed in His path
                                Such honor and glory He truly hath.
                                But quietly Jesus takes it all in,
                                The calm in the storm surrounding Him.


                               He makes His way to the Temple gates
                               Where an angry look appears on His face.
                               Merchants are busy at their stalls
                               Selling goods in those hallowed halls.
                               Upends the stands and goods go flying,
                               Exclaims in anger and then decrying,
                               “How dare you abuse this sacred place?
                               The house of God you have abased!”


                               He tells His disciples, the chosen twelve
                               Into Jerusalem they should delve
                               To an upper room where dinner's prepared,
                               The Passover Seder they will share.
                               They gossip and tell events of the day,
                               Ignoring their teacher and turn away,
                               ‘Til Jesus goes down on bended knees
                               And washes their feet despite their pleas.


                               Judas Iscariot, disciple of Christ
                               Has met with priests that very same night.
                               He agrees to betray his friend and Lord
                               With a bag of silver as his reward.
                               As they sit down at the table to eat.
                               Jesus predicts this harmful deceit.
                               He points to Judas, looks him in the face;
                               Judas gets up and leaves that place.


                               With this talk of foreboding gloom
                               The disciple Peter tells all in the room,
                               “I will follow you to prison and death.
                               Will honor you until my last breath.”
                               Jesus looks up and tells His friend,
                               “I declare before this very night ends,
                               Deny me you will, three times in row
                               And then you will hear this rooster crow.”


                               Jesus blesses the bread and declares,
                               “This is my body with you that I share.
                               Do this in remembrance in days ahead,
                               Whenever you share your daily bread.”
                               He takes the cup, blesses the wine
                               Quietly says, “Remember this sign.
                               For this is my blood which is given for you
                               For your redemption, be born anew!”


                               During the meal, Jesus prepares
                               His friends for the trials they will share.
                               He speaks of His death, events to unfold,
                               The Holy Spirit will touch their souls.
                               “I'll be with you always, do not be afraid,
                               You will soon understand what I have said.
                               Let’s go to Gethsemane, a quiet place
                               For I need to pray and ask for God's grace.”


                               While Jesus prays, His disciples sleep,
                               They miss the pleas, the tears He weeps.
                               Into the garden a mob arrives,
                               Lead by Judas, a group of scribes.
                               He greets his friend, a kiss on the cheek,
                               Agreed on cue of the man they seek.
                               Peter in anger cuts a man's ear;
                               It’s touched by Jesus, the cut disappears!


                               They bind His hands and He's lead away
                               To the high priest's home without delay.
                               He's questioned by the Sanhedrin
                               Who find Him guilty of this sin.
                               “Blasphemy towards our God,
                               He should die as His reward!!”
                               Jesus so quiet, says hardly a word,
                               Not a single defense is ever heard.


                               Peter follows his Lord to the temple square,
                               Hiding in doorways, afraid and scared.
                               In quick succession he is approached
                               By three strangers who are provoked
                               To ask if he is the friend of this man 
                               Who’s been convicted of this crime.
                               He denies his friendship in words so strong.
                               Then Machai the rooster sings his song,
                               “Cock-a-doodle-do!”


                               Jesus looks up, sad look in His eye,
                               Notices Peter who starts to cry.
                               He flees the scene, his heart’s afflicted,
                               Denying his Lord as Jesus predicted.
                               To Pontius Pilate they choose to send
                               Their convicted prisoner and recommend
                               That Jesus be sentenced, condemned to die
                               For all His crimes He won’t deny.


                               Judas Iscariot, filled with remorse
                               Realizes he is the cause
                               That his friend and teacher Jesus will die.
                               Disgusted and saddened, he starts to cry.
                               He returns the silver, his bitter reward 
                               To the temple gates, throws it on the floor.
                               Then hangs himself from a nearby tree
                               Dejected and broken for all to see.


                               Pontius Pilate asks Jesus Christ
                               “You're King of the Jews, isn't that right?”
                               Jesus replies in a quiet way,
                               “Governor Pilate, it is as you say.” 
                               He refuses to speak against the lies.
                               The priests present, as they all try
                               To urge the Governor that His crime
                               Deserves crucifixion at this time.


                               Pilate looks out at the growing crowd
                               Speaking to them in a voice so loud,
                               “Tell me what you would have me do,
                               Release Barabbas or Jesus to you?”
                               “Barabbas! Barabbas!” they all cry out.
                               Release Barabbas without a doubt!
                               Crucify, crucify, crucify Him
                               Who defiles our God, crucify Him!”


                               Disturbed and puzzled at their choice
                               Pilate informs them, in a loud voice
                               “This man is innocent as can be,
                               But I’ll grant your wish as you will see.”
                               A symbolic sign, he washes his hands,
                               Releases Barabbas as they demand.
                               The guards grab Jesus, take Him away
                               To crucify Him on this very day.


                               A crown of thorns on His head they place
                               They flog His body, spit in His face.
                               Taunting Lord Jesus, King of the Jews,
                               Upsetting the crowd who hear this news.
                               He’s forced to carry a cross of wood
                               His body's so tired, if only He could.
                               To Golgutha He must carry the cross,
                               The place of the skull and our great loss.


                               He trips, He stumbles and then He falls.
                               A man named Simon the soldiers call
                               To carry the cross the rest of the way,
                               For Jesus' end there’s no delay.
                               Following Him is a very large crowd
                               That clamors and screams in voices loud.
                               Further back, family and friends
                               Furtively follow to see His end.


                               They nail His hands to the wooden cross.
                               I can't believe they would do it.
                               Then raise it high 'til it's aloft.
                               I can't believe they would do it.
                               Attaching a sign of what He's accused,
                               “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”
                               I can't believe, I can't believe, 
                               I can't believe they would do it.


                               As Jesus is raised upon the cross,
                               He’s heard to speak in a gentle voice, 
                               “Father, forgive them, forgive them anew
                               For Father they know not what they do.”
                               While Mary His mother and Magdalene
                               At the foot of the cross are seen weeping,
                               And guards throw dice, dividing His clothes,
                               An un-seamed garment they have to dispose.


                               His cross is placed between two thieves
                               One mocks Lord Jesus, the other sees
                               That He is blameless, an innocent man,
                               Unjustly accused unfairly damned.
                               He asks of Jesus, “Remember me,
                               When you are in heaven and God you see.”
                               Jesus replies, gives his advice,
                               “Today you will join me in paradise.”


                               Mary, His mother, a friend well-loved,
                               Look at the cross suspended above,
                               Weeping and crying at Jesus' fate,
                               Fearing His death that they await.
                               He speaks to His friend, “Here is your mother.
                               Take her to your home and truly love her.”
                               And to His Mother, “This is your son,
                               Cherish and love him as he were your own.”


                               The pain and suffering, hard to bear
                               His body’s stretched, hung in the air.
                               His joints and tendons pull and strain
                               How can our Lord endure such pain?
                               When He’s awake He quietly prays
                               Those near the cross hear Him say,
                               “Father, Father, I know you hear it,
                               Into your hands I commend my spirit.”


                               The sky grows dark, as dark as night
                               So ominous and full of fright.
                               Jesus cries out, “My God why?
                               My God have you forsaken me?”
                               Cries out in thirst and spoiled wine
                               Upon a sponge is now declined.
                               His body's tired, so, so diminished,
                               Shouts out in pain, “It is finished!”


                               Thunder and lightning crash from the clouds
                               Enclosing the city like a dark shroud.
                               A wild wind blows ferociously
                               Breaking shutters, upending trees.
                               The ground below shakes, rumbles and raves
                               Tumbling buildings, opening graves.
                               The Temple curtain guarding the ark
                               Is torn and damaged, divided in half.


                               Jesus’ body removed from the cross,
                               A symbol forever of our great loss.
                               He's taken and placed in a nearby grave,
                               A hole in a cliff dug out like a cave.
                               In front of the cave a stone is placed,
                               Blocking the entrance, the body is safe.
                               And guards are placed in front of the vault
                               Protecting the grave from any assault.


                               Shaken by all the events of the day
                               Jesus’ friends hide, scared and afraid.
                               They cannot believe their teacher who led
                               The people from Galilee, now is dead.
                               “Why didn’t He save Himself from the cross?
                               With His powers could prevent this loss?”
                               They forget the words their teacher spoke
                               As they fear for their lives and give up hope.


                              On the third day, first day of the week,
                              As is the custom, the women did seek
                              To anoint the body with spices and myrrh,
                              And go to the tomb where He’s interred.
                              They reach the cave, guards are not there;
                              The stone’s rolled back, the entrance is clear.
                              With fear in their heart, they enter the tomb.
                              Worried at what they will find in that room?


                              The tomb is empty, no body there.
                              They start to cry, a sense of despair,
                              “What have they done with Jesus Christ?
                              Stolen Him in the dark of the night?”
                              Mary Magdalene stays in the crypt
                              Looking around as she sobs and weeps.
                              The strips of linen that wrapped our Lord
                              Are neatly folded on the floor.


                              As she steps out and sees a bright light.
                              Two angels appear, dressed in white,
                              “Why are you crying?” she hears them say.
                              “They’ve taken the body of Jesus away!”
                              They gently tell her, “Do not be dismayed,
                              For He is risen, do not be afraid.”
                              She looks around and sees a man
                              A familiar look in the way He stands.


                              Jesus turns, mentions her name,
                              “Mary.” He says, “I'm alive again!”
                              “Teacher, is this really you?”
                              For she can't believe it can be true.
                              “Yes Mary, it's me, I am truly here.
                              Now tell my disciples they should not fear.
                              Tell them I have risen, of the good news,
                              And tell them I plan to be with them soon.”


                              Mary rejoicing, returns to the room.
                              Jesus looks at me for we are alone,
                              “Machai the rooster, you've been a good friend.
                              You've stood by me through thick and thin.
                              When I was arrested and on the cross
                              You were there, you shared my loss.
                              Your time will come in not so long,
                             Join me in heaven and sing a new song.”


                              Machai the rooster sings his new song.
                              “Alle-alleluia!”
                              Sings in heaven all day long.
                              “Alle-alleluia!”
                              Sings of our Savior Jesus Christ,
                              Rose from the dead, gave us new life.
                              “Alle-alle-alleluia, alle-alleluia!
                              Alle-alle-alleluia, alle-alleluia!”