In the silence of tonight,
do not forget what is true:
first, that it is right to mourn
for a fallen world that has
cursed and killed its loving creator,
but that his death last night
meant freedom from the guilt
that ran deep in your oldest veins.
second, that joy awaits you
in the morning - strength
to lift your heavy limbs, grace
to give your spirit wings, life
in him because he lives, he lives;
your King is rising from the grave
for you.
Oh weary, weeping follower, know
that light is coming after the dark,
a glory shining greater
and brighter than the dawn.