This morning, bathed in golden light, my heart sings out in praise,
For the Lord of all has risen, dispelling all my darkest days.
I awoke with joy and trembling hope, my soul renewed and bright,
For every word He ever spoke has now been proved in light.
Just earlier, my brother claimed he saw a figure fair,
A man who bore a likeness of our Lord beyond compare.
He told his closest friend with awe, his voice a gentle cheer,
But his friend, with scornful laughter, brushed his wonder off as mere.
“Surely, you must be dreaming,” his friend declared in jest,
“Grief makes us see such fanciful things; surely you know it’s not the best.”
Yet deep within, I heard a call - a whisper soft and true -
For if our Master rose from death, all that He said comes through!
I recall His promises spoken, to us just days ago,
“The third day I shall rise again, and in my power, love will flow.”
Now, standing in this sacred dawn, I know His words are pure,
For if the tomb is empty now, then all His truths endure.
Strength fills my arms, courage fills my heart; my faith is all aflame,
In knowing that the risen Christ has forever changed His name.
No worldly fear can bind my soul, no doubts remain to sway -
He is risen, indeed, my Lord, and I rejoice this day!
So let the scoffers laugh and mock, let cynicism claim its due,
For I have seen the light of hope, and His love has made it true.
He is risen - oh, what joy! - and now I fully comprehend
The mighty promise of our Master: death is but a friend.
In every whispered miracle, in every sacred sign,
I find the strength to stand in truth, in His light I shall shine.
He is Risen today - my heart proclaims His grace so free,
And with each beat, I sing aloud: His word is life for me!
