Easter

Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
No one is here.
The sky is dark.
The burial cloths gone.
The rock is moved.
The tomb is opened.

Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
No one is here.
The Lord is alive.
The Lord is alive?
The Lord is alive!
Jesus is risen!
Christ has returned!
Hope burns eternal!
Death has no sting!

Where is the Lord? Where is he now?
He walks among us. His wounds to show.
Resurrected, triumphant, conquering, loving.
He walks among us, for us to know.

To know the curtain is shattered.
The Holy of Holies incarnate, made man.
To know God dwells among us.
Just look at his feet, and his side, and his hands.

For me. For you. For us. For all.
The Passion of Jesus made up for our fall.
Our sins forgiven, our scars made clean.
He came not to condemn, but to intervene.

He’s alive. The women see, the apostles too.
Because our hearts he shall always pursue.
The good news is shouted, proclaimed, declared.
By all who not long ago were just scared.

Along the road to Emmaus, he appears again.
Breaking the word open with friends.
He waits for the invite to come inside.
In bread he appears and will always abide.

To the doubting, he puts the hand in his flesh.
The wounds are still there, the scarring is fresh.
Blessed are those who without sight still believe.
That Christ has risen anew, that Him we receive.

That like an egg he embodies new life.
That like a flower our hope can now bloom.
That at Easter each year we rejoice
That Jesus has risen from the tomb.

New life we celebrate. A genesis amended.
His grace sufficient. His body and soul ascended.
This is our faith, the faith of the Church.
This is the longing for which our hearts search.

Join in the chorus. Sing praise to the Lord.
For he is our King. Our hope is restored!