The Morning That Death Was Killed

I woke in a place that was dark The air was spicy and still I was bandaged from head to foot The morning that death was killed. I rose from a mattress of stone I folded my clothes on the sill I heard the door rolling open The morning that death was killed. I walked alone in the garden The birds in the branches trilled It felt like a new beginning The morning that death was killed. Mary, she came there to find me Peter with wonder was filled And John came running and jumping The morning that death was killed. My friends were lost in amazement My father, I knew, was thrilled Things were never the same again After the morning that death was killed.