risen

there He was hanging on a cross

even in His last breaths saving a life

faithful even in pain; in death

my suffering swapped by His grace

a debt no longer my own

because of the Son hanging on that cross

"It is finished," he said, breathing his last

and I cry out, for the man who never sinned

bore the sin of the world on His shoulders 

silent days go by

mourning because of this loss

not understanding that He will rise again

on the third day,

while it was still dark, 

the stone covering the tomb was rolled back

"He is not here,"

the angel spoke.

"For He is risen, as he said."

and springing up like wildfire

those words were spoken

He is risen, He is risen!

even the powers of death

could not keep Him bound

all the glory be to Him

He was the Son at dawn

shining light on the shadowed valley

Rejoice, rejoice!

He is risen.