DEATH ARRESTED!

We gather early Sunday with balm and embalming, to bring close to the body.
waiting for the smell but not;
dreading the withered site . . . but not;
cringing before love lost . . . but not here.

Not here . . . but risen,
gone, awakened, Alive!

The new creation stirs beyond the weeping women;

O death . . . no sting!
O grave . . . no victory!
O silence . . . new song!
O dread . . . new dance!
O tribulation . . . now overcome!

The joyful morning has replaced the sorrow. 
And we, we shall dance and sing, thank and praise,
into the night that holds no more darkness.

... and our song shall ever be - ALIVE!