Had I Been There--Musings on Easter Morning

Ken Greenlee

Had I been there
     in the cool, crisp air
          near His new-cut tomb
               ‘neath the stark cold moon
 
On that very first Easter morn.
 
Having watched Him die
     under darkening sky
          with the trembling ground
               death’s stench all around
 
Could I understand
     that His nail-pierced hand
          and His spear-gashed side,
                 the loud voice He cried               
 
 Were to pay my debt   
      that could not be met
          any other way
               but that He should pay    
 
On that very first Easter morn.
 
Angels coming down
     with a joyful sound
          rolling stone away
               at the sun’s first ray
 
How my soul would sing
     At the news they bring
          As a flash of light
               Shows a glorious sight
 
Jesus my King now risen
    Strides forth from His three-day prison
          Turns His face my way
               and I hear Him say,
 
Son your sins are forgiven
     Live in the full hope of heaven
          Tell the world what you hear
               Spread My love, peace and cheer.
 
Born anew on this first Easter morn.