The grandest moment on history’s stage
Left untold in our books and manuscripts
Though Cent’ries ‘fore and aft, page upon page …
Yet hushed whispers scarcely pass angels’ lips
Regarding this glorious scene untold
That even creation’s splendor eclips’d
O how I yearn that instant to behold
To peer back in time to that resting place
‘twould well fill my heart with joy uncontrolled
Great consternation through all time and space
Distraught by the horror of what had been done
This was always the plan, the price for grace
The Father whispers in his child’s ear; Son
Rise up, death has no hold, the battle is won.