IV

In th’Easter story, the best part comes last.

The Truth men aimed to crucify to death

Had crucified death, spoiling their intents.

The tomb could not swallow up heaven’s Prince,

Nor could the grave engorge itself with life.

Greater power than death could contradict

Raised God’s son out of that grave, and he left.

We know he reappeared to his good friends

For just a few days before he went home

To reign in glory until he comes back

To bring the believers of every age

To the fairest shores beyond paradise

For the grand reign of eternity.

The lord of death that distant Easter day

Is now the Lord of Life, the Prince of Peace:

A glist’ning spring of Life that n’er will cease!

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