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!

 

 

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