Risen King

In the red light of dawn, as sentries stood by,
Trying to stifle their yawns wiping sleep from their eyes
A small group of women came forth from the road,
And the air filled with weeping as they shouldered their loads
They each carried spices for the annoiting of the dead
Through vast pain, came their voices-harsh tears did they shed
Now back to the tomb, with idle guards standing by,
Blasts a thunderous BOOM! Then the earth gives a cry!
The firmament trembled as the angel came down
The guards, faces down, trembled as the stone hit the ground
The women walked by, past the guards' cowering forms
While by the tomb stood a man who was far from the norm
His appearance as lightning, his clothes white as snow
To say the least it was frightning to have stood in that glow
The tomb yawning open, they peered in and stared
The angel had spoken "Christ is risen, He's not there"
In the place where He'd layed, no body was found
And the shroud neatly folded where it sat on the ground
Death stood then defeated, it surrendered it's sting
By the One who did beat it, the new Risen King

Thom Jankowski