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There was LightThere was light in the dawnSpreading over separating waters Sweeping over drying land As the dust sprouted people and grass. Chasing dusk with dawn and dawn, dusk, Life from the word, and the word was "Good," The word from the light in the dawn. There was light on the tree, Hammered down with nails nine inches long, Poured out as a drink offering On the masses and their children, Wrapped in cloths and lain in a tomb And left three days before anyone came, Three days from the light on the cross. There was light outside the grave That could not keep him locked inside But admitted defeat as the boulder Was shoved aside and the angels Proclaimed;. the women feared And the women rejoiced: He has risen! Rejoiced for the light defeated the grave. There was light in the followers Who would not recant the savior They knew and loved and trusted, But kneeled down and chose not life that was death but death With him that was life eternal For the light in the followers was life. There was light in the dusk When the trumpet sounded And Hope rode on a white horse Whisking away in a twinkling eye Those who believe he would come And washed away their tears, For the light in the dawn was the light in the dusk.
---Andrea J. Hatfield
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