The Windows of My Soul: Fulfillment (#182)

Fulfillment (#182)
© Brenda
July 21, 1981

But He is risen!
He lives!
Our hearts are wild with joy.

We went out to the tomb
To sit and mourn our friend.

But the stone was rolled
The soldiers had run away.

An angel sat in the tomb
The shroud
Lay empty on the ground.

The soldiers did not believe
They thought
We had stolen Him away.

The angels sang hosannas
In awe
The stars bowed down.

The good news spread like wildfire
He lives!
Our Savior and our friend.



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