God is dead, in the groundand yet we sit and wait
God is dead, killed last night
the stone was rolled in place
God is dead, yet life goes on
we garden, shop, and bake
God is dead; something stirs
the world anticipates
God alive, an empty tomb
communicates our fate
to meet our savior on the road;
our eyes were opened late
to see in broken bread and fish,
on ordinary days
the world turned upside down by grace
when love will vanquish hate
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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