Rust and blood, iron and wine

The Bread of Life dead on the vine.

What did we do with the corpse of God?

Pit it back in the ground, more food for the sod.

And what did God do but center our pain

Go straight to the heart, to the dirt, our domain.

To shine light from the dark He would not consume

First born of the dead a tomb for a womb.

The veil between times rent end to end

The past it transgifures and future upends.

Revisioist history Resurrection now breathes

New life into bones Righteouness into thieves.

We snatched at the good but found more in our packs

We stole all we could but found more on our backs.

Our desperate grasps at inheritance's heel

Now sits in our laps as our minds start to reel.

Had our fears for belonging put God in the ground

Now from under our feet declares we've been found?

A volcanic eruption from inside our hell

Seems to be claiming that "All shall be well!"

Do we dare to believe whata our own eyes have seen

That the hope that's within is the hope that we need?

That the God Man is proof that we're never alone?

That wherever we go we're always at home?

ARISE! Christ is risen.