Three distinctive lines,
Each has its count and purpose,
But a single poem

We're going also!
Tie us up in tater sack—
Where are we going?

Fams with young children:
Been hanging around many—
It's late at 7:00

A new day dawning—
Triumphant over the grave:
Our Lord is alive!

The stone rolled away
Start of a new beginning!
death, where is your sting?