All was darkness.  Silent...Still.  

Earth reached up and drew him into her cold embrace.

In ancient tongues she whispered, 

"Sleep, Jesus...You died like a man....Born of clay....now clay again. Death is darkness...darkness is deep....night eternal....sleep....sleep."  

Then...from the highest heaven....there streamed a beam of light.  

It cut through the darkness.  
Straight to the heart of Jesus.  

And the light was love...and love...life. 

And the light grew stronger and stronger
Until it filled the tomb 
With the radiance of the sun, 
The searing, white radiance of the rising son!