The glint of
sunrise on the hill,
The garden
wet with dew,
The woman
walking on the path,
How quick
the night hours flew!
With tears
now running down her cheek,
Her arms
their burden bear,
Unsure of
how to face the task
That made
her travel there.
The darkness
hid the rock hewn tomb
Amid the
budding trees,
But there
the stone was rolled away!
It brought
her to her knees.
Who dared to
roll that stone away?
Who dared to
fool with death!
How could
they fail to know the pain
That came
with this man’s death!
But looking
up into the grave
She saw the
rumpled cloth
The napkin
which had hid his face,
Her anger
rose to froth.
They took
his body from the tomb,
An insult to
her pain,
What choice
was made to make such fun?
What did
they hope to gain?
But then a
voice so loud and clear
Proclaimed, “He
is not dead.
You seek the
one who lives again!”
Just as he
always said.
Three days
in death was not enough
To keep him
in the tomb,
He rose to
life, defeating death
And lifting
human gloom.
His
resurrection soon became
The trumpet call
of Hope
Reminding those
who hear the sound
That all in
faith can cope
With trials
great and trials small,
Their fears
of death release,
With Jesus
to provide the way
To God’s
unending…
Peace,
Alex
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