Jesus lived a life apart from worldliness and imperfection

He died a death devoid of decay or corporal corruption

In the dark tomb, rested no trace of decadence

Yet around His Body wafted an odor as of incense

Sin and death and the devil were laid aside

For Jesus denied Himself man's pride

The stone rolled away – t'was but a placeholder

For the Rock, the Foundation, the font-flowing Boulder

The desert now is passed and new life springs

And from the hilltops a crisp Hallelujah rings

The Son shines forth, the Cross His trophy

The true Light of man dawns, fresh in His victory