When I think of that far off day,

when empty tomb was found.

I accept he’s risen, I do believe,

Although all logic it does confound.

Those early disciples at empty tomb.

Struggled to believe the news.

And so it is today, despite history,

and scripture giving us, all those clues.

Do I really live as the risen Christ,

would expect of me today?

Do I base my life on all he is?

All his wishes do I, totally obey?

Fail. Fail, is the obvious verdict.

But Easter Sunday sets me free.

The empty tomb a risen Christ,

tells me of a wonderful victory.

He knows my every weakness,

that this battle, alone I cannot win.

He died and rose again.

He won over death and sin.

No fear, no condemnation.

No failure or sickness need be mine.

When others see trouble all around,

A risen Jesus tells me all is fine.

Asaw Miller