Charles Kingsley (1819—1875) was an English priest known for such novels as Westward Ho!, for his political essays, his poetry, and his collections of sermons.
Check out this excerpt from one of his poems called "The Dead Church."
Wild wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing?
Dark dark night, wilt thou never wear away?
Cold cold church, in thy death sleep lying,
The Lent is past, thy Passion here, but not thine Easter-day.
Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark and sighing;
Rest, fair corpse, where thy Lord himself hath lain.
Weep, dear Lord, above thy bride low lying;
Thy tears shall wake her frozen limbs to life and health again
I love it! The life-giving power of Easter is here! The power of God is pounding like the surf on the beach, and nothing can hold it back. Let's wake up and live to honor Christ! "Come awake, from sleep arise! You were dead, become alive!"
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