The sun has not yet
risen,
The night is very
still.
A woman kneels
silently praying
Beside a hewn out
hill.
Soldiers stand in anxious
attendance
Around the silent
grave,
Guarding the body of
the man
Who sleeps within the
cave.
The soldiers are all
frightened,
As the night slowly
drifts away,
And the rose of dawn
now heralds
The coming of the
third day.
The memory of the
words:
“Be it done according
to Thy will”
Echoes along the
hillsides
As the scriptures are
fulfilled.
All is quiet.
The heavens part in
fury,
And thunder fills the
sky!
The soldiers fall
upon the ground,
Covering their
frightened eyes.
Only the woman sees
the angel
With flaming hair and
sword,
Streak the sky and
part the stone
That seals the tomb
of the Lord.
He comes forth in
shining glory;
His face as bright as
day,
Conquering death and
sin –
His gown is of Heaven’s
rays.
The woman utters a
startled cry
And falls upon her
knees.
Her face is full of
radiance
As she gazes with
ecstasy,
Upon the Conqueror of
Death,
This Jesus, King and
Lord!
The Son of man and of
God.
The Savior of the
world!
All is quiet.
Library of Congress ©Debra
Shiveley (Cruz) Welch 1978
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