And so they blew the trumpets At two in the morning When the night is at its darkest Because the only real King is rising. And so they stroke the drums Because the King is rising from the dead In the midst of dreaming they, too arise To welcome Him back to life instead. Of that very word, I searched the meaning So I can pen it for recollection And one of the strangest things happened, The word found me first-- it's Ressurection!