Resurrection Day

Hear the hush,

see the dawn.

Satan cries,

“I have won!”

For, lo! The sun

is rising now

showing sorrowful Cross

upon hill’s brow.

Over there,

the tomb shut tight

its burden hid

from morning light

Inside the broken

Body rests.

Trials over,

he passed the test

but seemed to lose the fight.

Hear the hush, 

see the dawn.

Satan cries,

"My plan's undone!"

For, lo! The sun

is rising now,

showing Cross triumphant

upon hill's brow.

See the stone 

has rolled away,

the rising light

reveals the grave,

broken open,

emptied-out,

"He is not here,"

there is no doubt -

but what does it mean?

When all seems lost

in endless night,

God's love revealed 

His greater might,

Victory

through tragedy -

not all is always

what it seems.

A Love stronger

than the hand of fate,

deeper than the swell of hate.

Death where is thy victory?

Oh painful end, where is thy sting?

For as the water

became wine,

making merely ordinary

simply divine,

now the Cross

and now the grave,

transforms our fear,

and casts it away

into the light

of Easter morn.