As the watchman waits for sun’s first rays
And a bridegroom turns when the music plays
Hope stands outside our door

As before the flower a bud first swells
And the Robin comes as the snow still melts
Spring breathes and longs for more

At the sunset hour when the grave was sealed
In that silent night when no church bells pealed
Who knew what lay in store?

In grief Mary trudged to the tomb that day
Before the dawn turned black to gray
To that terrible place
Where her Lord had died
Till He came
Called her name
Now forever alive!



Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
Proverbs 13:12 NIV

Forever Alive
By Peter Caligiuri
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