In Spring <br />A warmth came <br />I cannot explain <br />A day so special that <br />My words, don't describe <br /> <br />My amazement is confessed <br />What my brother did for me <br />I tremble to know long ago <br />The pain he suffered <br />In the Hand <br />And upon the wrist <br />On that cross there he hung <br />In his holy name <br />The earth did rung <br /> <br />His body, now cleaned <br />And resting <br />Placed behind <br />A sealing stone <br />Making sure he was alone <br /> <br />Three days passed <br />The lord left behind this place of rest.<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-has-risen-2/
