Resurrection

To mortal sense, fierce was the storm,Black was the night, and cold the tombWherein was laid the earthly formOf him whose presence made each roomA court of heaven. They thought defeatWas his, his prophecies a cheat.

Yet in that tomb, safe from his foes,Jesus, with holy might, proved LifeUndying, false the fears, the woesOf sense, futile all hateful strife:Truth sees no tomb, Life knows no death,Love ever guards—thus Spirit saith.

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