As Black gathers and Darkness circles
As winds howl and stars scream
Night tumbles down as a cloak of wool
and Truth slips under the wicked dream
Hands of Hell touch My face
disclosed, unveiled, where they’re from
My Father, my hour has come.
And its Easter Conclusion:
Love rushed back into His chest
and death and hell could hear the scream
the blackest nightmare had been a dream
and Life and Truth and Love at last
broke the dawn as a trumpet blast
wicked lay low and evil was shamed
because Love, because Love would live again!