Hang Out The Banners And Shout The News, Blow The Trumpets And Horns

Empty hearts and empty eyes

Empty souls see empty skies

Empty hands seek empty truths

Sunday came under darkness' roof

All was disbelief

Until,  upon sunlight's stark relief

Gloom's evil glee was turned to grief

For 'twas then that daylight shone

And revealed the grave as empty stone

How can we be silent? How dare we speak?

For all of the ages are dawned and complete

In one sacred act of defiance

Death's unholy alliance

Is dealt it's final defeat.
On Friday, it was finished, complete
Saturday was with evil replete
But Sunday, oh Sunday, the King took His seat.