 In three days You rose up
Leaving wonder and astonishment
The skeptics questioned Your very existence
The miracles were never enough
Not even Your virgin birth
You fufilled the Trinity giving Your only Son
Did they not see the Moon had eclipsed the Sun?
A day turned to night by the Creator of light
Offering every opportunity to sit on His right
Choosing instead to sell Him out on His last night
Establishing the prophecy and rebirth
Rome burns in its follies and mirth
Now the Coliseum stands crumbling and empty
The souls of Christendom fill the air
Returning to the Father a Holy heir
The King of Kings, Lord of Lords
Dominating the heavens from a Holy lair
Triumvirates disintegrate before your eyes
The seas have never roared louder cries
As every tongue will confess His name
Falling to your knees in shame
Seeing him whole and unpunctured
Filled with light and hope
Assuming all sadness and blame
Behold the Messiah has come again
This time it will not be the same
As You rise in wonder and awe
Silencing non-believers amidst showers and thunders
Heavens open as golden trumpets proclaim
Behold the Lamb of Glory, there is no other name.
poem by Huntleigh Price
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