He Is Risen

They watched as he was taken away in the night, They ran away, though some would follow his plight. Taken to a trial that was ever so crude, Taken to a prison to be beaten and treated so rude. Sentenced to die in the most hideous way, Sentenced to the horrors that would befall him that day. Long was the walk to that place on the hill, Long was his time of suffering, submitting to their will. The sky cried its tears and thundered its breath, The sky screamed aloud at the time of his death. Taken down and put in his mother's loving arms, Taken down now, the world would forever remember this harm. Entombed was his body, wrapped in haste, Entombed was his body, laid away now to fall into waste. That first day of the week His light re-entered the world, That first day of the week, the head cloth lay aside and curled. It was a day He should still have been dead, It was a day, the angel told them, "HE IS RISEN, AS HE SAID" !