I waited till the first day of the week
But couldn’t wait for the first ray of the sun
To catch the glimpse of His corpse
A body mutilated by soldiers and haters
Lying cold inside a tomb
Finished, forsaken, and forgotten
Did Pilate know how much He forgave me?
Did the mob know much He meant to me?
The tears turned pool?
The hair turned towel?
And the Alabaster pot?
All these in one spot
My heart cut when I bent over
I saw some linens but not my Lord
“Where did they keep Him?”
“Mary!” He tenderly called
“I am no longer in the grave
I have now risen to reign”
So I leaped for joy untold
For my Savior is now alive
He’s defeated death and grave
And restored man back to God
So I run with the good news
Not just for Peter, but also for you
Copyright 2024 by Amara Ifeakor-Ezenwa
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