Immovable rock crushing over hope,
Guarded and secured with fear of life.
Secured. Sealed. Succumbed to sin.
But eternal hollows cannot contain eternity
Death shrouds cannot cover over life
Dawns cannot wait to break forth in glory
The sky cannot hold back the maker’s roar of power
The ground cannot restrain his force of beauty
So, hope burst forth and respoke such joy into creation’s song.
And the eternal melody still echoes from that empty tomb,
Verse ricochets, “heaven” through the very fibres of earth.
Rhythm of life pounds the soil on which we stand.
The atmosphere holds the note, the oceans repeat the depth of
That moment, that hope, that man, that God.