“Why look for the living among the dead?”
“He is not here!” the pulsing voice said.
Drawn to the tomb in the early hour
The women saw proof of God’s glorious power.
The temple rebuilt at the end of three days?
How could they fathom a dead man would raise?
His followers knew when they met Him again
With the Scripture fulfilled for the sake of all men.
Agonized, tortured, mocked till the last
Christ bore our burden, our sin; cleared our past
He asks from us now our devotion to Him
To His Father and ours, until our days dim.
Part of the Three in One comforts and stays
With our spirit, the Spirit will number our days
We need to reiterate words that were said
Two millennia past: “He is not dead!”
He lives! He’s here! He’ll never depart
From the indigent soul in the core of the heart
Jesus rose, is not dead, and never will be
Lives always, again — forever, in me!
Copyright 2016 margaretportergriffin