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So still, the Savior’s body lies,
Cold stone supports His wounded head;
Vast universe in hushed suspense –
God’s Sacrificial-Lamb is DEAD!
The grieving angels hover near –
They cannot bear to be apart
From One who loved a world so much
It finally broke His tender heart!
Religious leaders toss and turn
On beds of self-condemning guilt;
Their nagging conscience can’t erase
The Sinless One whose blood they spilt!
The darkest hours slowly pass
Before appointed dawn will break;
The Roman soldiers guard the tomb
And struggle hard to stay awake!
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Then suddenly, a thrilling sight –
A mighty angel from on High
Comes blazing down the corridor
Of pre-dawn, Sunday-morning sky!
A piercing shout and then a stir
As graveclothes shed onto the floor,
And next, oh wonder of it all –
Death’s Victor stands in open door!
The message of that awesome day
Through ages, helps each sinner cope:
Recalling Resurrection Morn
Gives ev’ry fainting soul new HOPE!
– Gloria Wilde, Green Bay Seventh-day Adventist Church
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