Alive.

You were not there, and I despaired. You were gone. Who took my Lord? I only wanted to preserve Your flesh. Just as we do for every other human creature.

I begged he tell us where he hid him. He would not tell. He would not answer. He would not give You back to us.

And then came that name. The familiar sound of my own title pressing off Your lips like it had so many times before.

You.

Alive! Alive! Alive!

Familiar and true.

Alive! Alive! Alive!

It was true. It was all true. You were true.

We were right to believe. Right to hope.

Wrong to doubt. Wrong to despair.

Victory, my King.

Alive! Alive! Alive!

Three days in the ground. Three times alive!

Aleluia!