— by Margaret Wideyke
As pale streaks of coral open The closed, dark, nighttime skies, Two women trudge the dusty road That leads to the place where He lies.
Bring burial spices, they enter, Subdued by all that happened before. As they near the tomb they remember The rock that blocks the door.
But when they reach the site, The rock stands at one side, And within, an angel dressed in white Speaks of their Lord who was crucified.
“This is the place where they laid Him, But He is not here. He is not dead. Carry the word to His friends: He has risen as He said.”
Joyful, astonished, afraid to believe, For a moment, they stand paralyzed. Then they rush to report what the angel said As the glorious sun is on the rise.
From inspire21.com/on-the-third-day/
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