On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the
He Is Risen!
On the first day of a brand new week,
The women went down to the tomb,
But they didn't find Jesus anywhere,
There was just an empty room.
The angels asked, "Why do you seek
The living, here among the dead?
He is not here, for He has risen,
Just exactly like He said."
They went back to the disciples,
With confusion in the air,
The disciples ran and also saw
There was no body there!
They knew not what was going on,
The grave clothes were laid aside,
But they remembered what the Teacher
Had told them just before He died.
He had said that He must suffer
Many things, for all man's sin,
That men would crucify Him,
But He would rise again.
And it happened just like He said,
As those first disciples knew:
In three days, Jesus rose again,
His words were proven true.
He walked among them many days,
They had much yet to learn:
Then He ascended, in the clouds,
But He promised to return.
He is not dead, He is alive,
He arose out of the grave!
So rejoice, this Easter Sunday,
Jesus died, our souls to save!
The precious gift of Easter:
Jesus died, but yet, He lives;
For He defeated death that day,
And eternal life He gives!
He's preparing a mansion for us,
With His precious, perfect love,
That we, too can live forever,
In our Father's house above.
© 2008 by Kathyrn Brandon; all rights reserved.
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