EASTER MORN

They hung him high between two thieves,
Way up there on Golgotha's hill,
And the blood he shed bought eternal life
For the whosoever will.

In sorrow they took his body down,
From the cross on which he died,
In a linen sheet he was lovingly wrapped,
And his body placed inside

A clean, new tomb, where never man lay.
At the entrance was placed a huge stone.
And their hearts were sad as they walked away,
For Jesus their Lord was gone.

As the women walked to the tomb that day
Wondering within themselves,
How they could roll the stone away
And to whom could they turn for help.

As they approached the tomb
where the Lord had been laid,
A wondrous sight met their eyes,
The stone was gone, but where was their Lord?
For his body was not inside.

Who could have taken him, where had he gone?
They stood there perplexed and amazed,
When suddenly, they noticed near,
Two men in white arrayed.

In fear and trembling the ladies stood,
Not knowing what to expect
But the words they heard made their hearts rejoice,
While tears of joy they wept.

He is not here! He is alive!
He has risen just as he said!
Now go spread the news to those he loved,
He's alive! He is no longer dead!

Now this message has traveled around the world,
Jesus lives! He is no longer dead,
And one day soon he's coming back,
We'll welcome Him without fear or dread.