Jesus is Risen

(Years ago, I woke up at some odd hour with this song-like poem in my mind. In one sitting, I jotted down all the lyrical words. Since then, I've revised it a bit, but I hope it still bursts with the joy I felt at expressing the amazing truth that Jesus is alive.)

Jesus is Risen

Poem by Dawnna Jean Pearson

Copyright © 2014

O morning sun so proudly rise

Declare that He no longer lies

Within the dark of earth’s prison

Shout “He is risen! He is risen!”

You mountains that both tall and bold

Reflect the sun’s bright shining gold

Your heights of snow and stone and wind

Call “He is risen! He is risen!”

O river running deep and clear

The joyful news your waters hear

Rush down with this your pure mission

Say “He is risen! He is risen!”

Come fair lilies lend your voices

See how all the earth rejoices

Blend in glorious sweet fusion

Cry “He is risen! He is risen!”

And you O man with tongue to sing

Will you be shamed by muted things?

Raise your voice above them all

Let earth and heaven hear your call!

For you He died on Calvary

By choice His blood will set you free

If yes, you put your trust in Him

Then shout and call, say, cry, and sing

“He is risen! He is risen!”