They laid Him down with sorrow
Emerging with their tears
The Son of God now buried
In cave blessed and revered
 
On third day when returning
To place in which He lay
An Angel spoke and told them
He rose to life that Day
 
Walking on a mountain
With hearts so sad and worn
Crying deep with sadness
His Light to them now born
 
Tells them not to fear Him
That He's job on earth is done
But now it was their mission
To speak to everyone
 
Go to places foreign
Tell all what they have learned
Say the Lord is Risen
With passion that was earned
 
For miracles are gathered
Within this light of dawn
And they had proof of glory
With love that was reborn.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©
Copyright February 2005

 

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