The Empty Tomb That Fills the Earth

by Glenn Fairman8/28/16

The Empty Tomb That Fills the Earth
That Brutish Cross on which He died
The rustic stable of His birth
Those failing hearts He’d not deny

The gristled back and hanging skin
The face marred more than any man
The spear that pierced Him deep within
The perfect life that sealed His plan

The suffering throngs that crowded tight
To grasp the healing of His care
The piercing crown, that endless night
The blood He’d sweat in fervent prayer

Oh, Jerusalem, you did not see
The King who rose from humble birth
On a Donkey’s foal, He came to thee
Whose empty tomb would fill the earth

4/3/12 G.F.

Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca.
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4 Responses to The Empty Tomb That Fills the Earth

  1. Timothy Lane says:

    I read this to Elizabeth, and she could only say, “Yes.” She did hope that we could print a copy, and it might be possible.

  2. Glenn Fairman says:

    my pleasure and honor.

  3. Rosalys says:


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