Remarkable Day

Is it true what I hear?
It’s the talk of the town.
Has anybody seen him around?

The stone is rolled back.
His body is gone?
Is this fiction or is it bone fide fact?
I’m not sure how to react.

I bumped into Mary a few minutes ago;
her cheeks were streaked from tears.
She swears it was Jesus whom we all know.
But the man was dead three days ago.
There must be some mistake.

But look! Just there by the city gate.
Does he look familiar to you?
He resembles the Jesus we once knew.
Same size. Same height. I simply can’t wait.
I must see for myself if this is true.

As I moved slightly closer in order to see,
cautious at first; timidly,
I heard the voice; I saw the smile,
and then his eyes fell directly on me.

All doubt disappeared.
He lives once more!
He has conquered death.
He has opened the door.
And he knows me!
That’s the best part of all.

I don’t understand. How can this be?
and then, as if a light illumined me,
I thought to myself: Don’t question the fact.
Don’t ask “why? or “when?”
Dry your eyes; take his hand and begin again
to follow his steps; to bear his name.
Because he lives, life won’t be the same.
Dare to trust what Jesus has to say.
This is, indeed, a remarkable day.

By the way…

He told me one thing and I’ll share it with you.
He asked me to tell you that he loves you, too.
That he’ll always be just a word away;
today, tomorrow…every day.
This is amazing, astounding and true.
What do you think we ought to do?