The people jeered
The people mocked
The people scorned
And then...
The man hung from the cross
His arms outstretched, nailed
The thorn crown pierced his brow
And then...
The dust swirled
The wind moaned
The earth cried out
And then...
The man spoke
His last words
The life left
And then...
The evil cackled
The evil danced
The evil rejoiced
But then...
Hope crept in slowly
As a vine climbs a column
Good could not be denied
And then...
A man walked a garden path
He was going to find his friends
The tomb could not hold its prisoner