What? No Body in the tomb?
Who ever heard the like?
Who can thus presume
That One has risen
That One is no longer dead long
Who ever heard that any successfully fled.
He is not here?
Why this is where they stopped the bier
This is where a sheet-bound Frame
From which such wondrous Words once came
This is where they laid It down,
And sorrowfully, slowly, slumped back to town.
This has to be the lonely spot.
Surely, I have not forgot
The roll of the land, the look of the vale,
This is the place, lifeless and stale,
That One precious Body came to rest.
(What other point on earth is so blest?)
But the tomb is empty, there’s no Body in the grave,
Whatever do you suppose? – – –
Why, here are His grave clothes,
Here is the napkin they wound around His head
These are the items so know with the dead
But He, the One who briefly wore them
Is gone – you’ll have to store them.
He’ll never need graves clothes again
He left them low, He did ascend
He showed Himself – Many did Him see
Life gave way to eternity.
The One who came the lost to save
Has conquered sin, hell, and the grave!
– eab, 3/19/08
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