They detained him in the garden
They strip and torture him
They scorch by the pillar
They crowned him with thorns
They spat and made fun of him
They made him drag a cross of wood
Up the hill to be hung on Calvary
Three days went by
The woman that follow him, cried
But when some went to the tomb
Nothing was seen in that room
But blood stains robes
No corps, nobody did they find
In frantic search, they took flight
Remembering what he did say
That he would arise on the third day
The word went around like wildfire
Follower and apostils came
Some from hidden some from shame
He has risen, was the new cry
He has risen, from the dead
He is the lord the king of men
He has risen from the dead
Like he said, as he said
Rejoice and be glade
For he is the son of god
Sing out praise and sing out joy
For he has risen and he is lord
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem