The Easter Story

The cock crows twice,

Most days.

Your friends could see and touch you

But still they hid in a room

Believing they imagined you

You could save Lazarus

But not yourself

There's a lesson in that

It's hard to shake the belief

You seemed to good to be true

Some days I'm still searching

For life in an empty tomb

And you're standing right next to me

Waiting for me to look