I am surrounded in white brilliant light;
weeping and weeping, forlorn with affright.
Where oh where am I to go?
The grave is empty and I did not know.
Suddenly an appearance;
I hear a cry,
"Why do you weep?" I turn to reply,
Recognition comes nigh,
Oh my joy, my joy;
My Lord is alive!
dms 2009.4.12 John 20:1-18