EMPTY
EASTER
Strangely silent are all the old
sites,
Where He would teach, sharing
Heaven’s light.
Empty are the spots, where we sat to
listen.
“Oh, dear God, the Teacher is
missing!”
Gone is the laughter; the joy is
forgotten.
Anxiety and alarm – I’m feeling
forsaken?!
Empty is my heart, as I trudge this
path,
Carrying these spices for their
object of wrath.
We all thought Him to be “the hope of
Israel.”
But, now He is gone, down to death’s
dark vale.
Empty are our hopes, meaningless and
vain.
The kingdom’s former glory, never to
attain?
Their taunts and their sneers, I yet
feel the sting.
Their curses and unbelief, in my ears
still ring.
“Empty promises…” the thief moaned in
pain;
But, the other whispered “… in
paradise…” again and again?!
The Romans will be there; I hope
they’re not rude.
But moving that stone without them is
simply no good.
Empty are their stations; the guards
are all gone?
We’ve wasted a trip; the anointing
will go undone.
I do not know how, but the stone’s
rolled back;
Over there, off by itself, completely
off track!
Empty is the rut, down which it
rolled,
When they sealed Him in, lifeless and
cold.
“Why seek ye the living among the
dead?”
That’s what the angel surely has
said!
Empty-headed women! Too long in the sun?
Let’s run down there now and see
what’s been done.
Do you see what I see? Shrunken and collapsed?
The grave clothes are there! How can this be grasped?
Empty are the clothes, the napkin
neatly alone,
Like an empty cocoon, from which the
butterfly has flown?!
“Tear it down, and in three days it
will be back…”
You can count on it; write it down;
that’s a fact!
Empty is the ledger; zeroed out my
account!
“It is finished” – paid in full – on
Calvary’s mount!
No man-made idols of gold in the
Temple ever did sit.
Only the shekinah glory would
properly fit.
An empty tomb filled only with His
glory!
That is the truth; now, that is my
story!
"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"
to this I'd add -- "O tomb, where is thy trophy?!"
