Dedicated to my grandpa: Filemon C. Cabansag, MD
The Earth trembled
and the tomb began to shake,
and like lightning
from Heaven the stone was rolled away.
And as dead men
the guards they all stood there in fright
As the power of love
displayed its might.
Then suddenly a melody
filled the air
Riding wings of wind,
it was everywhere.
The words all creation
had been longing to hear
The sweet sound of victory,
so loud and clear.
Arise, my love.
Arise, my love.
The grave no longer has a hold on you.
No more death’s sting
no more suffering
Arise…arise….
Sin, where are your shackles?
Death, where is your sting?
Hell; has been defeated.
The grave could not hold the king!!
Arise, My love.
Arise, My love.
The grave no longer
has a hold on you.
No more death’s sting.
No more suffering,
Arise….Arise….Arise!
(Sunrise at Haleakala Crater on Maui)
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