The Brightest Dawn (Easter Poem) Poem by Timber Koleden

His body lay in Joseph's tomb
The Son of God, born of Virgin's womb
Laid cold and dead under the stone
Messiah, King, still and all alone

The world grieved with tears of rain
The birds ne'er so sadly sang
The angels wept and the skies were black
The wicked gloated, and light was lack

Two days of bleak dismay did pass
The earth shivered in winter's frozen blast
The grey fog rolled on and on
Those shrouds of death for all hope was gone

The third day there was a whisper
Something had changed, the birds were a-stir
A warm breeze passed by, a voice was heard
For the choirs of Heaven had received the word

The sky which had in darkness hung
Was on a sudden cracked and in pieces flung
The sun did dawn with golden rain
And washed the bloody hill clean again

A heart was speaking in dawn's first light
And eyes flashed open alive and bright
In the grave no body lay
The door to tomb was rolled away

The King of Life had risen from the dead
His foot had crushed the dragon's head
Sin and death were by the Risen slain
And the blood of life pulsed in the Lion's veins

All the bells in Heaven's towers
Pealed as the earth trembled at the Prince's power
The stars happy danced, the galaxies afire
And angels proclaimed with harp and lyre

Messiah walked among men once more
Men who in wonder bowed and declared Him Lord
Oh trampled death, where is thy sting?
The Son has risen, oh weary saints, behold thy King