In the deepest of our darkness;

When doubts were all that we believed;

When stones of death had pressed to flatness

Every glint of light or joy—

Just then the God-man stirred Himself;

Unwound the death-shroud from His face,

And strode forth from our common cave to shout,

“No power can keep Me in the ground!”

This is the day our fears had claimed would never come.

But here it is—and here He is—

Alive, so gloriously alive!

May hope and joy be resurrected—

For you; in you; with you; through you.

Now and always.

Stay in grace.