Resurrection
—The Hymn of Angels—
From your eyes, do brush the tears off my daughters,
and go. O my poor daughters who seek the living among the dead,
go, because your Lord Jesus has risen, just as He has proclaimed
In the early morning sunlight that was still wet from the overnight dews
the Son of God who conquered death has left for the beach
by the Sea of Galilee. The Lord our Savior is now there at the beach
to count His own footmarks on the sand
For the desires to hold your hands before being ascended in air,
the Lord of resurrection is gone to the beach at the Sea of Gennesaret,
the sea which the Father’s wrath once roared and rose to huge waves
For the wishes to spend His little remaining earthly hour with you,
our Lord the Savior is gone to the Sea of Tiberias, the sea where
the ripples reflect sunbeam calmly in the daybreak sunlight by the shore
The Lord is awaiting you at the Sea of Galilee to recollect
His unforgettable memories, and to reassure His eternal love
before being returned to his throne in heaven above
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