Monthly Story

RESURRECTION MAN

Kawana L. Smith

*“I am the Resurrection and the Life. He who believes in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.”

*”I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life, and you will know that I am the Lord. …I will open your graves and bring you up from them… I will put My Spirit in you and you will live…”

  At Midnight, in the darkest hour,
When all dogs cringe, and the bravest cower;
When darkness promises no day,
And Death sits sure within its power,
Along comes a man in a stovepipe hat, with a
Shovel, hammer, pry bar, pick,
And dimly lighted lantern wick,

“I am the Resurrection Man;
I dig up corpses and bring them to life again.”

He sings his little jingle, and whistles the little tune
In the spare, ghostly rays of the sickening moon.
He goes through the graveyard gate,
And wanders about the necropolis’ ruin.
Indeed, he will wrest these bones from fate,
“Come pick, come spade!
Dig the dead from where they’re laid!

For I am the Resurrection Man;
I dig up corpses and bring them to life again.”

He plies his tools at a raised mound
And digs out a coffin from the hard packed ground.
He pries off the lid without a fear,
Then looks upon the corpse he’s found,
And breathes on it, rotting, putrid, on its bier
“Come you dead, whom others once did mourn,
And I will make you now reborn!

For I am the Resurrection Man;
I dig up corpses and bring them to life again.”

The new young creature opens up her eyes
And raises them to his face and the far off skies;
She, bright, gay, and fair like a rose in bloom,
Laughs and now to his side, does rise,
“Alive am I, whose corpse he did exhume!
No more am I dead, no more am I dying
No more in the cold ground am I lying,

For he is the Resurrection Man;
He digs up corpses and brings them to life again!”

The God-Man dances above the howling grave
Banishing Death, he is mighty to save.
The light in his eyes brighter than the sun
He grabs his gear to free another slave.
Digging, digging, making death’s shades run;
His song of morning he is singing,
Across the whole world he sends it ringing:

“I am the Resurrection Man;
I dig up corpses and bring them to life again!”

 

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