[luvie]

BLESSED EASTER TO ALL



It is the whisper of the first breath;
It is the rustle of graveclothes
Being laid aside, folded and
Squared on a cold ledge.

It is the sound of fingertips
Brushing along a hewn wall
In predawn darkness.

It is the rasp of a stone wheel
Grating in its track.

What unearthly stillness
Greets this once-corpse as
He surveys the earth
That had been his torture-chamber.

I hear these sounds
Across two thousand years, and
My lips strain to speak to Him.

I want to tear away
My garments of death.

I grope through my darkness,
My shoulder failing
against the weight--

This sound I hear,
This sound I hear
Is the sound of my Jesus
Rising again in
My heart.

...Latanye C. Scott

The Gaithers~It Is Finished
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[yorkie]

Luv, Post 344 was meant for you, too. (Goosebumps included.)

I love the Gaithers - thank you for this.

Many years ago, Pam and I and another friend went to a Gaither Concert on New Year’s Eve, and opened up the New Year singing Hallelujah, with the entire Gaither chorus. The concert hall was packed, and I don’t think there was a dry eye in the place.

Happy Easter!