Sunday Musing: He Has Risen

HE HAS RISEN

The stone was sealed, the silence deep,
A borrowed tomb where death would keep,
The body broken, pierced and torn,
The weight of sin that night was worn.

The sky had dimmed, the earth had shaken,
The veil was torn, the ground awakened,
And hope itself seemed crucified,
As flesh was nailed and breath had died.

The cross stood still against the sky,
Where truth was lifted up to die,
And every lash, and every scar,
Bore every sin that led Him to die.

They laid Him in a borrowed tomb,
Where grief and sorrow filled the room,
A sealed-off place, a guarded stone,
Where death would claim what it had known.

Three days passed in shadowed breath,
A stillness wrapped in final death,
No voice, no sign, no movement stirred,
No whispered hope, no spoken word.

But silence is not what it seems,
And death does not command all things,
For in that dark, unseen, unknown,
A power moved beyond the stone.

No hand of man could hold Him there,
No weight of death, no sealed despair,
No grave could bind what God had willed,
No darkness keep what truth fulfilled.

And in that hour before the dawn,
When death believed its hold lived on,
The stone was not just rolled away—
It broke the grip of death that day.

The grave was emptied, not by chance,
But by divine and certain stance,
The body gone, the linen bare,
A quiet proof that He’s not there.

The guards stood frozen, struck with fear,
For what they saw was more than clear,
Not stolen flesh, not hidden claim,
But risen life no death could claim.

He has risen—not in word,
Not in story passed or heard,
But in power, real and known,
A living truth, a reigning throne.

He has risen—death undone,
Victory claimed, the battle won,
The cross now stands—its work is done,
And now He reigns, the Risen One.

He has risen—light returned,
Where sin once ruled and mercy burned,
The weight we carried, now released,
The war within, forever ceased.

No grave remains to hold Him still,
No shadow bends the Father’s will,
What once was sealed is now revealed,
And what was broken now is healed.

So let it echo, let it rise,
Beyond the earth, beyond the skies,
Not whispered low, not held within—
But spoken loud: He lives again.

He has risen.

Amen

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