2. The tomb is emptier than a broken heart, and yet its emptiness can fill the deadest of lives with joy unspeakable and full of glory.
3. It’s devoid of light and yet it held a light brighter than the noonday sun, the light of the world.
4. It’s devoid of friends who fled crippled by fear and stunned by unbelief…‘the King is dead’ ‘ the King is dead’ they cried…
5. Its quieter than a slaughterhouse on a Sunday morning, the lamb that was slain has been its only victim, the highest bidder… mans only predator.
6. Silence reigns now instead of a baying, mocking bloodthirsty crowd, hope eternal fades in human hearts while the unseen heaven awaits the King of glory's return.
7. No flowers here except the one called the Lily of the valley and the Rose of Sharon, the only wreath a hastily discarded crown of thorns.
8. The tomb bears less fruit than an orchard on a cold winter’s day… yet yields the fruit of righteousness to all who simply believe.
9. A stone its only doorway, hinges oiled with love, its couch a cold unyielding slab…
10. An unfit throne for any King let alone the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
20. The cold stone slab agrees ‘my creator has gone’ Heaven begins to stir the world to yet another dawn.
21. The guards asleep as dead men, while the greatest victory ever seen passes them by, the heavenly chorus could not awaken them from their heaven sent slumber,
22. The King passes by too no applause and without salute and awaits his courtiers by a dusty road…
23. No men folk here just women and rightly so, for none knows pain like a mother or a much forgiven one.
24. The gardener waits to tend distraught flowers, broken vessels in need of mending, souls still thirsty for the water of life.
25. An angel takes them to the empty, open tomb as the breeze heavy now with truth echoes with joy… .