L C Vieira (Lisbon, Portugal)
Sixteen guards, feared Roman men could not hold Him in death,
(yet their demise they did not meet, though should have when they failed) .
Nor could a stone two tons in weight press back the power there,
or 'hundred pounds of spice ensconce the body in its cast.
Three days later and men would say they saw Him live again,
yet they did find the price to pay was suffering and death.
The Romans tried to crush God's way, but could not find the Proof,
so eleven scared, hiding men waxed to millions 'round.
The tomb lies empty, the Truth to share: Jesus Christ is Lord,
Spirit in flesh whose chosen death has saved a fallen world.
Pure Sacrifice! Oh Cleansing Blood! No veil could hide Him now,
from saints, those sinners who through the gate now face His throne.
But where is He when many mock and others mourn in pain;
crime and death, lost hope and trust, men die with hearts of fear?
Yet see, there He lives in poverty, His food to give the poor.
He clothes the wounded naked, in nations everywhere.
Still, find Him here among the troubled, stirring our hearts
to hold the child, dispel their fears, and bring some peace.
Yes, I know! The tomb is empty! He's gone to reign on high
in glorious power to enter men's hearts, broken and wanting as mine!
(1981, revised 2013)
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