Based on Matthew 27: 51-53 A dead man rises
|Astonished, I stood and stared at my hand
Slowly make a fist. Is this Abraham’s bosom
Or another place for the dead? A strange land,
Where my body, restored, is still entombed.
Outside lights filters in. The cavern is unsealed,
And the stone crumbled. I sense the moving air
Outside. But stumbling to the entry revealed
My city, Jerusalem. A jewel beyond compare
Amongst the vast world. I laugh, weep,
Shout, and dance. Now fully restored,
I sing. He drew me back from the final sleep
To live again. A miracle from my Lord.