Laughter from the Tomb

Lord,
From the Garden,
You foretold of the One
Who would reclaim
Paradise Lost
For us.
"I will put enmity between you and the woman,
and between your offspring and her offspring;
he shall bruise your head,
and you shall bruise his heel."*
At the moment death claimed us,
You promised that it would not keep us.
On that Resurrection morning,
When dawn kissed the sky,
And the stone rolled away from the tomb,
The agony of Your Son
Was transformed into Glory.
The tears shed in Gethsemane
Became the Laughter of Praise...
Laughter that peals across the aeons
And shatters our fears,
Laughter that strengthens our hearts,
And affirms our place with You
In the Garden Restored.

*Genesis 3:15