I walked this morning
Like the stone that rolled away
Before sunrise
With the dew and the caterpillar’s crawl

My feet moved me
Up a hill
To a cross
Road
Where I stood and fell
Pushing myself to be a better man
For a greater good

I got up today
And there is victory in the waking
Faith in the body
Knowing it will return
The spirit wills it

And I am a ghost of myself
Everyday
Decomposed to reanimation
On repeat
Risen on the sabbath
Resting for the holy
This wicked world knows a walking man

And they found my tomb empty
Reeking of resurrection