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From Luke 24:1-3:  “But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared.  They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body.”

A few believers stand in fear

God’s only Son dies a cruel way

Sorrow fills hearts so near

What will we now do and say?

Hope dies on a barren hill

Spotlighting a bloody cross

What happens—can’t be God’s will

Witnessing a life, now lost

Darkness fills a burial room

Feeling cold and forlorn

Sitting as an empty tomb

From here, hope is reborn

The sun rises on Easter morn

God’s Son fulfills His promise

Glorious Resurrection sets the norm

Even for a single, doubting Thomas

The greatest story ever told

We drop to a knee and pray

God’s action, never so bold

Victorious Christ, the final say

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