Resurrection

I hear a noise, teeth clench, abrasive sound.

Light disappears, eyes wide, it’s dark as night.

I stretch and sit, spit blood, at once I’m crowned.

My hands I lift; the room is filled with light.

 

The tears of joy, they stream, my smile is wide.

“Oh, Abba, but,” I stop. I laugh out loud.

“They do not know,” I say, “death we defied.”

I wipe my face; it’s clean. I fold the shroud.

 

My Son, my Heart, dawn’s near, Your glory’s bared.

My will through You is done, restored each one.

Our love and grace, for them, will not be spared.

Because of You, they’re free, each daughter, son.

 

Faith moved the rock; outside, I greet the day.

I give you peace, I live, I AM The Way.

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