He was Raised Up

Mary Magdalene

He was raised up
She found the stone rolled back at dawn
His voice called her by name, drawing near
A breath that split the night, made clear
Light of new morn
He was raised up

 Cleopas

He was raised up
They walked and spoke along the dusty road
A stranger turned their grief to quiet gold
He broke the bread and sorrow’s shape unrolled
Home as their abode
He was raised up

Thomas

He was raised up
He would not trust until he touched hand
The scars like open books of mercy read
He pressed his fingers where the story said
Faith rose to stand
He was raised up

©Steve Pape 2026