We all jump up out of bed
To open our presents.
On Easter Morning,
We all jump out of bed
To dig into our Easter baskets.
But O glorious morn,
That’s not what it’s about.
Morning was supposed to be about
Mourning. Sadness.
Mary and others went to the tomb
To do what they had to do
A sad task.
Lord, take this cup, if it is Thy will.
But when they got there,
They had, instead of mourning,
An Easter present
Sunlight gleaming
On the empty tomb.
O Death, where is thy sting?