Oh, My poor dejected mourners, lift your eyes up to the sky,
Lift your gaze up to the cross on which they lifted Him on high,
But behold – the cross is empty – go and seek Him in the tomb
For it’s there that His friends laid Him safe and sound in death’s dark womb.
What – Its’ empty? Then where is He? For they sealed and marked His place
And now you say He’s disappeared without a single trace.
Have you gone to see His Father? For He promised He’d go home
And to bring with Him His friends to live with Him, no more to roam.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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