He is Risen!

       Resurrection 

           Sunday

                                       

Gentle footsteps, slowly walking, stopping not upon the way

 

Ere the dawning of the sun

gentle footsteps softly come

to the place where Jesus lay.

 

Gentle footsteps, walking onward, gentle faces sad and gray

toward their master laying dead

wrapped in cloths now stained blood red

in the place where Jesus lay.

 

Gentle footsteps, gentle ladies, hasten to their master's side

with the task that lay before them

perfumed spices to embalm Him

on they walked and sadly cried.

They walked along and wondered who would roll away the stone.

With the dawning of the sun

gentle footsteps softly come

to the Christ of flesh and bone.

 

Coming closer, footsteps halted - what is it our eyes betray?

Is the scene that has arisen

just a shadow or a vision?

Has the stone been rolled away?

 

Gentle footsteps running onward to the tomb that Joseph gave.

As they stopped and looked within

sitting where the Christ had been

was an angel in the cave.

 

His appearance was like lightening and his clothes a snowy hue.

Then he told them have no fear

He is risen,   He's not here.

Before too long you'll know it's true

 

Gentle footsteps, still and quiet, listen to the angel's plea.

Quickly go and tell the others.

He has risen, tell his brothers.

He's gone ahead to Galilee.

 

Gentle footsteps of the women walk away as in a dream.

 

Is it true -- what the angel's say, or have they taken him away.

And who will believe what we have seen

 

But they told.

We thank God for those words.

He is Risen!

 

Diane Gruchow rev 2022