I

I have life, I have time, I

I have life, I have time, I

I stood inside the cave by the mound of the Skull

Examined that which was interred

The bones in this grave were human and whole

My mind held doubts but my hands were undeterred

I have time, I

I have life, I have time, I

The bones smooth and white had lain within the earth

As aeons passed overhead

I brought them to the sunlight to view them with more care

The years that passed, well, they were kind towards their dead

I have life, I

I have time, I have life, I

And as I pulled the bones one by one from the torn burial cloth

I wondered to myself "Did he truly rise from the dead

Or could these bones that I hold in my trembling hands

Be all that remains of Christ?"