The stalwart guards stood watch that day, around a dead man's grave.

Not mindful that He was the Lord;

They stood there, bold and brave, till all at once they fell away without a chance to fight;

For Jesus had returned to life, and vanquished sin's dark night.

The angel band drew near to praise and glorify their King;

They crowded in to worship Him and hallelujahs sing.

For they had longed to comfort Him, as on the cross He hung;

But He bore all the suffering, this Savior, God's own Son.

My sin was pardoned on the tree that held this blessed Christ;

He took the punishment for me and paid sin's awful price.

Only the perfect Lamb of God could love a wretch like me enough to die;

Enough to live, enough to set me free!

The empty tomb, a witness stark that Jesus lived again;

And soldiers fearing for their lives knew Christ was no mere man.

O Jesus Christ, my dearest Friend;

O King of heaven and earth.

Though ages have pass, no tongue can tell the measure of your worth!

- Connie Faust

"He is not here; he has risen, just as he said."

Matthew 28:6

(Faust, of Shamokini, is providing poems for the Lenten season. Read more at