Gray morning.
Clouds overhead.
A cold wind rises.
I shiver.
The river
Of death is nigh.
But look! A bridge across the way.
For God so loved the world
That when I die,
I will be in Heaven with Him.
The sunlight suddenly streaming down
Hyacinth blue and golden daffodils
Green grass under my feet.
A gentle breeze.
A small, still voice rises in the morning.
Becomes triumphant trumpets
Glorious French horns
Christ is risen!
He is risen indeed.
Hallelujah!