He Is Risen
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by Mike Hall
It was a beautiful day under God’s heaven,
But sadness ruled the hearts of the believers.
For Jesus had been suddenly taken from them,
Crucified on a cross by angry deceivers.
The Mary’s went to the tomb, hearts heavy,
To see the place where the Master had been laid,
Not really knowing what they might do or see,
But prayerful their grief would somehow fade.
They found the stone rolled away from the tomb.
God’s messengers appeared, glowing radiantly white.
Both fell to their face, trembling with fear,
Too in awe to look up, too paralyzed by fright.
“The one you are looking for is not here.
Do you not remember the words He said?
‘I must be delivered, die, and rise three days after.’
So, look no longer for the living among the dead.”
They looked up and saw the linen where he had lain—
Still afraid as they rose but filled with exuberant joy.
They ran from the tomb to exclaim the good news,
Spreading the word so that others could also enjoy.
Jesus greeted them where He stood in the garden,
Fully alive, no longer buried in His Earthly prison.
They fell to the ground and began to worship.
He smiled at them, “Go tell the others... I am risen.”
