The women walked with heavy steps
Their loss so great to death
The darkness deep around them still
Some tears and out of breath
Light began to barely shine
The arrival of the dawn
“Who will roll away the stone?”
They wondered but moved on
And then, they saw the covered tombs,
An eerie land of loss,
The tomb to which they sadly trudged
Created by the cross
The first surprise of a surprising morn
A rumble from the ground
The second startling circumstance
An open tomb they found
The third an angel from above
Had moved the stone away
And seeing the women stopped far off
Said, “Do not be afraid!”
“I know that you are looking for
Your Master and your friend.
I know that He was crucified
And you thought His life at end.”
“But come and see the fact that He
No longer lingers here.
He is risen! He is risen!
See! The evidence is clear.”
The women moved close to the tomb
And stared within in awe
For Jesus truly wasn’t there
The tomb was bare. They saw!
“This is news that must be shared,”
The angel continued on
“Go and tell that Jesus lives
To Peter, James and John.”
And so these women hastened back
“Great news!” they shouted out
“He is risen! He is risen”
But, the men were left in doubt
Yet, finally Peter had to see
If what they said was true
And John ran with him to the tomb
A race toward truth, these two
John beat Peter to the tomb
But stood outside to see
While Peter, as soon as he arrived,
Went in immediately
And sure enough as Mary said
No body did they see
Just linen wrappings lying there
Where Jesus ought to be
What could this mean? Why was He gone?
What plot had been conceived?
Peter struggled with these facts,
But John saw and believed.
The men walked back the dusty road
Together, lost in thought
Reviewing all that Jesus did
And all that Jesus taught
But Mary Magdalene remained
She’d followed close behind
She felt confused, surprised and lost
Was Jesus there to find?
Had the message of the angels
Really been the truth of God?
Was Jesus truly living now?
Or just some story odd?
And then a voice broke through the morn
It startled her to hear
“Why do you weep? Whom do you seek?”
It rang out soft but clear
Perhaps the gardener of the tombs
She thought, he might know more
The missing Jesus could have been
For him another chore.
“Tell me, sir, if you have moved
My master and my friend
Just tell me if you’ve taken him
To meet some other end”
“Mary!” she had heard her name
Said by so many men
But only one had spoken it
Like she had heard it then!
“Rabboni!” teacher, Master, Jesus
“It is true. You really live!”
“Yes, my faithful, caring friend,
I’ve a message you must give.”
“But, Lord, just let me hold you
Let me cling and not let go!”
“No, dear one, you must hold back
There’s still much you must know.”
She listened to her Lord again,
His voice so great to hear.
The message was so wonderful
But still it brought a tear
Jesus promised her that He would come
Into their midst again
And so she left reluctantly
With this message once again
He is risen! He is risen!
As she burst right through the door
I have seen Him. I have touched Him!
It’s the Master! I am sure!
They talked and talked of what this meant
The doors and windows locked
They feared their capture even yet
Might come just as they talked
When in their midst Christ did appear
He lived as Mary said
He is risen! He is risen!
He is risen from the dead!
“Peace be unto you my friends,
The peace from God so true
As the Father has sent me
So now do I send you”
And then the Lord did breathe on them
With power from above
“Receive the Holy Spirit,” He said
Receive the heavenly dove.
And carry to the world the truth
Accomplished on my cross
Forgiveness is available
Life given through life lost
But it was only ten of them
That were gathered there that night
Thomas had been somewhere else,
Lost chance to see the Light
And later, after Jesus left
Came Thomas to the room
He is risen! He is risen!
Rang the message that burst the tomb
Thomas doubted, Thomas struggled,
“It’s a story, can’t be true
Living? Jesus living?
Back alive for me and you?”
“I can’t believe it, can’t believe it
He is dead; was crucified.
I won’t believe, I won’t believe it,
‘til I touch His hand and side!”
One week later, Jesus came
In the room with Thomas there
Went right over swiftly to him
In his eyes did Jesus stare
“It was hard I know to trust,
But now you know you weren’t deceived
You may touch my hands, my side
Thomas saw, and now believed
He exclaimed, “My Lord, My God!”
But on his senses he did lean
Jesus said, “The truly blessed
Will be believers who haven’t seen.”
And thus the story, thus the message
Of our Jesus, crucified
He is risen! He is risen!
Yes, He lives, the man who died.
It’s a message shared at Easter
Shared with hope for me and you
It’s the message of our Savior
One to tell and one to do
It’s a message shared in summer
Shared in winter, spring and fall
It’s a message of a man who died
And rose again for all
And so it is a message
Ringing out this Easter morn
Jesus lives! O’er death He’s conquered,
And with Him new Life’s been born!
Can you feel it? Have you heard it?
Can you sense both gain and loss?
Jesus gave His body, shed His blood
And died upon a cross
And had that death, but ended there
It would be pure tragedy
But we have heard the fuller tale,
A tale of victory
He is risen! He is risen!
He is risen from the dead!
Jesus lives! The devil’s conquered
Death has lost its grip, its dread
It’s a message that each Christian
Has embraced down through the years
Each has felt the Master’s presence,
Needed it in times of tears
Even now if you should find
That with your life you cannot cope
Easter morning brings a message
Full of promise, full of hope
God has done it, God has acted
Done a miracle, it’s true
It’s a sign of strength and power,
And a gift for me and you
Feel it strongly! Hold it tightly!
For to you it has been said
He is risen! He is risen!
Christ is risen from the dead.