Behold, my Savior sings to me. His hymn learned in Gethsemane. “Be whole,” He whispers with a nod.  “Be still and know that I am God.” Alleluia! Alleluia!

Behold, He bears the tokens of His vast capacity to love. Awake! The Savior sings to you with words you always knew were true. Alleluia! Alleluia!

“Behold,” He told the man born blind as darkness bowed to light divine. “Be whole,” He said to she who bled as virtue flowed through her instead. Alleluia! Alleluia!

Arise! His anthems pierce the skies because He lives because He died. “Be whole,” He calls to all who will. Behold, His arms are stretched out still. Alleluia! Alleluia!