They gathered His body so tattered and torn it was finished, the Savior had died.
They carried Him gently to an empty tomb as the people watched and they cried.
The tomb was dark, dreary, and cold as they laid Him to rest evermore.
They all quietly left not looking back as the stone was rolled to the door.
Three days went by then all of a sudden the darkness was expelled by a light.
He had arose, as He said He would do, the morning was so beautiful and bright.