Third Day
What happened on the third day?
We’ll never know for sure
For even on the fourth day
Stories went their own way.
There can be little doubt
That history greatly shifted
A Spirit had transformed them
For sure the gloom had lifted
The disciples left the upper room
They had entered in their fear
Now encouraged with new hope
Preached daily far and near.
Believing that his death
Was not the saddest thing
Death reinforced his message
Uniting seen and unseen.
Witness to a firm belief
That hope had conquered death
However strange the form it took
In this life and thereafter.
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