A morning crisp though darkness reigns;
The Son goes dark, a world in chains.
Those who live destined to die
Love’s Substitute from beyond the sky.
Heaven bled – the earth was stained
A morbid end, now darkness chained.
Hope in the grave three days it lay
Then out it came this time to stay.
The end has now become a door
What birthed in fear now leads to more.
A wicked tree – An empty grave
A way to life – a place to crave.
The day is new, the mirror lies
A destiny’s full heart now cries.
The heart of earth by Heaven won
Death could not hold the rising Son.
The morning crisp, the shadow gone
Is disappeared in Easter’s dawn!
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