Three wooden crosses on a high hill:
First they shuddered, then rose, then they stood still.

Three men who hung there, left for to die:
Two wicked murderers and God Most High.

Three hours of darkness, day black as night
Shrouded the Giver of truth, love, and light.

Three words of triumph loudly He cried.
With “It is finished,” the Holy One died.

Three days He lay there, cold in the sod.
The life blood was still in Christ Son of God.

Three women mourning, spices they bring.
Lo! He is risen! The High Conquering King!

Three were the crosses, three were the men,
Three were the hours of black darkness and sin.

Three words of triumph, three days of gloom,
Three women walking in grief to the tomb.

Three Person Godhead — Father Divine,
Risen Son, Spirit — all glory be Thine!

Jeremy Brown. Easter, 1997. Mexico.