The first morning of eternity.
Hours of the last night have passed.
Darkness flees as light arises.
Creation opens its eyes, shaking off death's sleep.
The horse, stepping out of weakness' bonds, awakens to a body magnificent.
Muscles, once stiff with age, move with fresh strength.
Legs, long exhausted, pound with earth-covering strides.
We soon, sleeping the final night, will rouse to eternity's first dawn.
A sunrise brilliant, our eyes will behold glory-filled bodies,
life resurrected.