The Third Day

Jesus' Resurrection (Peter's Perspective)

I wake up on the third day
It's the start of a brand new week
With Jesus gone, I'm pretty lost
My future seems dark and bleak

The women return from the tomb
Say they arrived just after dawn
The heavy stone was rolled away
And his body was already gone

John and I race out of the city
We see where the grave clothes lay
Have evil men added insult to injury,
And taken our Jesus away?

We go home and tell the others
That he's gone, we can't deny
Is it a crime or another miracle?
He said on the third day he would rise

Mary says that she talked with Jesus
I've not known her to deceive
He sent her back to us with a message
That I wish I could believe

Two others report they've seen him too
He had joined them as they walked
"He showed us truth from God's word,
Our hearts burned inside us as he talked."

Now we wait behind locked doors
Full of excitement, doubt and fear
Unsure what might happen next
When Jesus, like a ghost, appears

"Friends, peace be with you,
I am real, see my hands and feet.
Don't be troubled or full of doubt.
Do you have anything here to eat?"

I wish I could describe the feeling
Of seeing him with my own two eyes
My denying heart overflows with hope
My Lord and dear friend is alive

Luke 24:1-49

*Be sure to check out the other poems in this series exploring the events of the Easter season through the eyes of Simon Peter:

• Into the City (Palm Sunday)

• The Last Night (Holy Thursday)

• At a Distance (Good Friday)