Sunday Morning
Today begins just like yesterday did
Except a minute and a half later
But that difference is explained by natural processes
The Earth tilting on its axis.
Where is the sign that this is the day
That everything turned around?
You know, the seal on the promise of
The debt being paid
The defeat of evil
The end of decay
The wiping away of every tear
The death of death?
And then comes the chime of the churchbell
Carrying Mary’s message
For which there is no natural explanation
“The tomb is empty”
This has gone on for two-thousand years
Men and women have died to tell it
Died for telling it
And yet, they keep on telling it
There is no natural explanation for this.