Dawning of the age

Early in the morning

Afraid of what they’d find, a

Sisterhood of grief and trepidation

Turned the final corner of the age to find an

Empty bed, drooping linens, risen Lord

on

Resurrection morning.

 

Eagerly we work and wait the advent

As His kingdom comes, His will is done, we

Scan the earth and sky for

Tombstones shattered

Energy unleashed, heaven coming down

on

Resurrection morning.

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