EMPTY EASTER

The cold empty wind whispers through my dry vacant bones

The tune of withered, broken maiden cane in the fence line

Pan pipes of poor choices

Lifeless and Hollow

The void created by a risen Savior


A Tomb carved of numb, unfeeling stone

The once Hallowed resting place

Cradled the Creator

Shook with the return of immortal life

Actual sensations of that power within

GONE


Come see the empty tomb

He is not here

He is risen

Why do you seek the living among the dead?

He is not here

He is risen


The cold empty wind calls

An ache

An echo

Vacant bones once cradled the Creator

The tune says Heartless, Soulless

Shaken by the loss of eternal life


I know how the tomb feels

I know what I've lost

Everyday is Easter for me

Empty


Why do you seek the living among the dead?

He is not here

He is risen

Come see the empty tomb

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