A question from lips eternal fulfill a prophecy old. He is Risen just as He said. The light of the sun warms the land. The tomb is empty. Tears flow as eyes confirm a rocky ledge unburdened by death.
Hope grows, hearts strain, joy sings to silence nature itself.
The world must know, the brothers must hear, feet run towards home. Streams of sunlight caress the world. The tomb is empty. Women running to tell stop. Recognize feet that trod a thousand miles, legs that walked with strength, arms that held the weak, the face that smiles.