Mist lay on the mountains...
And the sun was rising there.
Angels witnessed His revival
As they whispered low in Prayer.
Our Lord, He came to Save us
(One great price He paid)
So we could rise above hate,
Then begin the "rave!"
We laud that early morning,
And the Gift He gave...
The day of Resurrection
When He walked off from the grave!
~penned by lynn foust
