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Based on Matthew 27: 51-53 A dead man rises |
| Astonished, I stood and stared at my hand Slowly make a fist. Is this Abraham’s bosom Or another place for the dead? A strange land, Where my body, restored, is still entombed. Outside lights filters in. The cavern is unsealed, And the stone crumbled. I sense the moving air Outside. But stumbling to the entry revealed My city, Jerusalem. A jewel beyond compare Amongst the vast world. I laugh, weep, Shout, and dance. Now fully restored, I sing. He drew me back from the final sleep To live again. A miracle from my Lord. |