People not of the cross, the grave
we are the ones, dancing on Easter morning
joy comes in the rising, not in the sacrifice alone
the atonement yes; but the rising, the risen Lord,
living from that moment on the third day
Defeating sin and death, for all time
We rise, sing praises to the king,
bow and jump up
with the dawn
The tomb is empty!
The Savior lives!
March 22, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Easter People
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