The morning light
Catches the triumph
Of the empty tomb.
The very earth shook
And reels still
In the conviction of his victory.
All of nature magnifies
His unconquerable light.
He shares his life as he ever shared it.
Freely, Lovingly, Perfectly, with us.
And he dries every tear
And restores every life.
No sorrow too heavy, grief too deep, sin too black
Nor even death
To stop his divine love.
Why look we for the living among the dead?
He is not here,
For he is risen!