Behold the empty tomb of Christ!
The keys of death obtained by man,
The gates of Sheol rent apart,
The crowning hour in God’s redemption plan,
The broken body sore and spent,
The spirit blazing true in God,
The stamp of shame on Satan’s head,
Emblazoned with a searing lightning rod,
An exodus of souls begins,
A journey up to kingdom come,
A twinkling light that calls us home,
A steady sound, a softly beating drum,
The mighty force that raised Him up,
This is our strength, our saving grace,
This is the breath of God divine,
The knowledge that ignites our very faith,
We feel it in our bones, our core,
Each cell within our blood decrees,
The purity in which You stand, perfected;
We fall to our knees,
You are the Lord of Lords, the king,
The holy one, who knows no sin,
The Alpha and Omega fused,
The silent hush above the earthly din,
You are the one who loves with hope,
With smiling eyes, that still the heart,
You guide us in our blackest straits,
You are the voice that bids our cares depart,
We only know true strength through You,
Although we do not know Your mind,
We fall upon our trust therefore,
With firm assurance that Your heart is kind,
Strength through faith, this is our skill,
The daily walk You deck with love,
The glory of our lives on earth,
The path protected, owned by God above.
Adam Daniel, 25/04/2019
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