Sonnet to the Empty Grave - a Spenserian sonnet

The love of God is a priceless blessing An affection mightier than fire Empty grave; the saints, forever singing To die for me was his greatest desire Shall I liken Christ to any desire? The nails and stone couldn't retain my Lord For my sake, He was caught in the crossfire To the very end, he upheld His word Heavy task, His love was the binding chord Fragile, fragile death, thy sting is over Torn veil, slashed by the double-edged sword Hell is vanquished, His throne is forever Like a seedling, He sprung up from the grave O Captain of my life; potent, and brave With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi) ©?Poem Makers SL (31/03/24)