HE IS RISEN
by: Yvonne Green Bowman

In the year of Christ our Lord
When he was thirty-three.
In his side they pierced a sword
And hung him at Calvary.

Darkness fell upon the land
The sun refused to shine
Nails were driven in his hands
He died for your sins and mine.

A tomb was borrowed for his grave
They placed him there with care.
He gave his live this world to save
It was a rugged cross to bear.

When Mary came that Easter morning
The stone was rolled away.
The angel standing there gave warning
And Said! He’s risen this very day.

How can this be? Some asked in doubt?
We know that he was dead.
Surely someone took him out
The doubting Thomas said.

But then he saw the nail scared hands
No more is grave a prison!
By Gods right hand our Jesus stands
For truly he IS RISEN.

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