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