His Light was shining brightly
His Angels sang in praise
The Lord Our God Was Risen
Their hearts were all ablaze

The Stone no longer covered
The place where once He Lay
His body drenched with beauty
His wounds of life displayed

He died to make us Holy
To give us all His Love
Gentle Soul who walked with us
God's Son from up above

His sacrifice unending
With Love that we now share
Each moment in Remembrance
It is His Love we wear

And yes we know He loved us
With greatest gift He gave
His Body Mind and Spirit
For each of us engraved

The wounds that He did suffer
The pain in life He felt
He did this for His Father
This poor Man had such Wealth.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright March 31, 2003