It was silent and peaceful where He did lie in the grave
where God as a human was slaughtered as the Son of God
and He did pay the price for man's iniquity,
did rest on His own creation's Sabbath Command
but when He from His own power, the power of the Spirit
and of the Father did come to life again,
on the next day the Sunday did rise early in the flesh
the Roman soldiers were dumbfounded and astounded,
the bright glare did blind their eyes,
holy angels did descend to the grave,
the giant stone did crumble to pieces of gravel,
when Jesus came forth and the light of the Father surrounded Him
and before man stood spotless the Lamb of God,
the Son of God and the Lion of the tribe of Judah.
© Gert Strydom
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