Before the dawn had kissed the sky,
A stone was rolled, a tomb laid bare,
Where death had sworn to claim its throne,
Found nothing but the morning’s prayer.
Behold the cross, its splintered wood,
Still echoes with the weight of love,
Where heaven’s breath met mortal blood,
And mercy stormed the gates above.
His brow, once crowned with thorns and night,
Now wears the diadem of sun,
Each wound a star, each scar a light,
To guide the lost and ransomed ones.
Who bore the curse, the scourge, the nails,
The spear that pierced His sacred side?
He carried freight of countless tales
Of souls adrift in sin’s dark tide.
The earth once trembled, veils were torn,
Now cradles silence, deep and wide,
A covenant from death is born
A Lamb once slain, now glorified.
O empty tomb, your hollowed throat
Declares the debt He paid in full:
Where grave and glory intersected,
Hope’s anthem rises, beautiful.
For every cry that goes unheard,
For every heart that breaks and bends,
He drank the cup of wrath incurred,
That mercy might transcend our ends.
Then come, you seekers of the dawn,
With trembling hands and eyes unveiled,
Behold the Man of Sorrows, gone
To conquer where all others failed.
The stone that sealed the Beloved’s fate
Now marks the door death could not keep,
For Love has rolled it back in weight,
And we, who wept, now rise from sleep.
So lift your voice with heaven’s throng,
Let earth resound with holy flame,
The empty tomb’s eternal song
Christ has died, and Christ became.
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