Where Jesus walks the dead rise,
Climbing out of their cold graves
To walk around in the sunshine
And meet all the people they haven't seen in years.
There's your father dressed in his good suit,
Your mother in her wedding dress
Waltzing around in the street,
Free from her Alzheimer's
And your grandfather and grandmother
Bringing you books and cookies.
Old friends share cups of coffee,
Remembering where they left off
While old enemies, no longer arguing,
Play board games and tell jokes
In the barber shop.

Where Jesus walks the fruit trees bloom
All down the street, while robins and blue birds
Rejoice at his coming. The city,
That was once the city
Of millions of dead men
Riding the rails between Sodom and Mamon,
Throws open its windows and proclaims with one voice
All the way up to the spires of its skyscrapers
That God has come back again at last,
Bringing sunlight and starlight
To illuminate the dingy apartments
After all these years of darkness and silence.

Where Jesus walks the bridges are full of lost souls
Making their way back from the cemetaries,
Following Him up on a road into the mountains
Above the clouds and thorns
To a place where they find their voice
And sing a song that never seems to end,
So glad at having found themselves again.

Where Jesus walks the sea parts
And gives up the dead it's been hoarding.
Here they come, a great crowd,
Up from under the waves that held them down
And drowned the life out of them,
Walking out onto the bright shore
And breathing fresh air again,
All their debts settled,
All their sins forgiven,
Ready to start over.

Where Jesus walks even the stone statues
Come alive and jump down from their pedestals,
Dancing and singing in the dim cathedral,
Their voices ringing in the solemn halls,
Their faces brightening the sanctuary
Like light from thousands of stained glass windows.

Where Jesus walks the children follow,
Skipping, laughing, holding onto his hands
As he leads them beyond their fears
And their growing pains
Up onto the Mount of Olives
And into the Garden of Gethsemane,
Where He points out the morning star,
While they wait for the sunrise.