Joy

—The Hymn of Women— O Lord Son of God, you really are standing there after you have defeated the corrupted world with your tender flesh O my Lord true Son of Man, you really are standing there after subdued by the wicked minds O my Lord great soul, you who did not break the poor women’s vulnerable heart, really are standing there with a compassionate gesture after you have crossed over the abyss of death, the river that the dark prince reigns O Jesus the most precious name, when your flesh that is torn and wounded turns into a glowing candle to shine the darkness from the cross high above the prince of darkness kneels before you, the flame of life in us burns forever as a candle light that never wanes or dies. For you sinless blood cleanses us and your open wound eases our pain, O my Lord; the horrifying shout on the cross now echoes in our heart with the echo of great passion, the desperate cry that once pierced us quickly now embraces our soul with the hug of great fervency For the Lord of resurrection is standing there in the early morning soft sunlight, for the king of glory the true life is standing before our very own eyes with open arms, our sorrow turns to joy, we celebrate For your victory over death, the Lord, we praise your name ‘Christ Jesus’ we worship you the Lord of resurrection