Piercing light when His soul was unbound and He opened His eyes. trembling ground; when the door stood aside and He stepped out. every jaw dropped, such a striking display, I heard their blood ran cold. because, “you won’t find the living One among the dead.” they said an angel spoke.
The Light shines, becoming alive.
Piercing light; every reason to doubt, there’s a man in the sky. trembling ground; they had quite the surprise and fell face down. darkness took flight with the temperature change as if its power broke. ‘cause, “you won’t find the living One among death,” they said an angel spoke.
I remember those three days past Your death, waking with the searing pain of loss, and I remember the ringing in my ears at the news that they brought us. I remember running to Your tomb, my heart was crushed wondering who took You. I remember as the pieces fell in place.
I’ve seen things I’d have never believed, punctuated by the dead Man walking.
