The Apostles’ Witness

What is that light we see in eastern sky
That shines upon a Cross raised on a hill
Once bore a Body lifted for us high?
By sin and Satan in hate He was killed.

In dawn we see that Cross is empty now,
His suffering is no longer in our sight,
And we, to Him who had allegiance vowed,
Had disappeared into Passover night.

And now the aftermath for us is passed,
His Body placed in Joseph’s borrowed grave,
And He who guided us in all that’s past
Is no more with us, and ourselves can’t save.

What is that pounding sound upon the door?
Have they come here to kill the rest of us?
We open with our spirits are so poor,
For we in Him with others placed our trust.

It’s Mary with her eyes from weeping red,
And yet with joy upon her beaming face:
“I’ve seen Him,” she says, “risen from the dead,”
But we cannot believe this act of grace.

Then we, as one, hear sound in back of room,
And we turn in an instant, full of fear;
We think we see a ghost, and we are doomed:
It’s ghost of Him who for us is so dear.

We hear familiar voice, “Be not afraid;
Come touch my Body, see that it is I.”
With joyful hearts we see that He is raised
And never more in human grave will lie.

Then we together gather ‘round to sup;
As was His custom He then takes the bread
And breaks and blesses, gives to us with cup;
Then vanishes as with Him we are fed. 

So now we know that on each altar laid
He comes Himself with Body, Blood to give;
His glory of Himself will never fade–
Transforms each one so we’ll forever live.