Resurrection Blast

It isn’t time to cry or mourn. It’s time to have some fun.

Children, see the empty tomb, each and every one.

The treasure’s really cool. There’s no body buried there.

The women wept all night, but now they’ve no time to despair.

Off come the funeral clothes. They’ve got the greatest news to share.

 

As they came near the spot, it’s true, those gals were feeling grim

About the stone that sealed the tomb where they had buried Him.

To move the thing would take more strength than all of them combined.

Yet on that dark and lonely road, and to their task resigned,

(for with a solemn sadness they were hopelessly aligned)

 

They talked among themselves. “Who’s going to roll that thing away?”

But to the angel swooping down, the task was child’s play.

The soldiers cried in fear and fainted when they saw his face.

The earthquake woke them up, though, and they bolted from the place

The sixteen men who failed to guard the tomb feared sure disgrace.

 

Let’s watch it in slow motion, kids. You’re sure to have a blast.

See them scramble, see them fall. They’re running really fast.

They nearly knock the ladies over in their zeal to flee.

“Watch where you’re going!” cries a Mary. “Can’t you blind guys see?”

“It may be dark out, but that’s no excuse to bang my knee!”

 

“Hey, aren’t those guys the guards that Pilate placed around that tomb?”

They shake their heads and mutter, as they watch the fellows zoom.

The women too had felt the quake while walking up that hill.

Their thoughts were not on wonders though, but on the bitter pill

They had to swallow when He died. In their hearts, they felt ill.

 

Just picture their amazement when they saw the stone removed

When the angels said “He’s risen,” oh how must they have been moved!

It was no pirate’s treasure they’d unearthed inside that tomb.

No dead men’s bones would be found there, no shades of gloom or doom.

But there’s a hidden message in the walls, if you’ll make room.

 

So, hurry, kids. Let’s share the fun, because He’s coming soon!

 

 

 

Author: C R Flamingbush

C.R. Flamingbush grew up in Wheaton, Illinois and graduated from Georgetown University with a degree in German and linguistics. After working seven years for the Department of Defense (an easy job), she took on the most difficult challenge in the world: a lifetime career of raising four children. Along the way she developed a passion for writing Christian superhero fantasy. She enjoys humor because it's Biblical (see the second psalm) and she loves to make people laugh - whether through her writings, her art, or just by being herself. Writing fantasy is her way of poking fun at human foibles and all the ridiculous ideas that so easily beset the human race, while at the same time honoring God in every way she can. Flamingbush has been a member of Faithwriters since 2010, and several of her winning contest entries have been published by Fresh Air Press. She likes Fan Story and has been a Narnia fan since the age of ten. In terms of influence, she aspires to be the next C.S. Lewis but has quite a ways to go in that regard. Speed of Sight, a Superhero Adventure, is her first novel. A sequel is in the works.

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