He is Risen.

The stone is sealed.

The guards stand watch.

The world is sure it has won. 

He is risen.

The women walk in the dark.

They carry spices for a corpse.

They expect only stone. 

He is risen.

Peter wept by a charcoal fire.

Judas is gone.

Thomas is hiding. 

He is risen.

The cross is finished.

Rome thinks it is over.

Death thinks it is over. 

He is risen.

He calls her name in the garden.

He shows the wounds in the upper room.

He makes breakfast on the shore. 

He is risen.

Despair? Finished.

Fear? Evicted.

Death? Swallowed up.

You? Claimed. 

He is risen.

The stone is rolled away.

Not for him.

He did not need it moved.

For you.

So you could look in and see:

the tomb is empty,

the grave clothes are folded,

and the one who was dead walked out.

He is risen. He is risen. He is risen.