| An Empty Grave |
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They called Him names and scorned Him, at the Cross I have heard. Saying, if you're God, save yourself, but He answered back, not a word. He went through the deepest sorrow, so much He chose to bear. His mother, Mary, knew her son would be in God the Fathers care. They guarded the grave, for fear someone would steal Him away, But there's an empty grave to prove He arose, lives, and loves today. He said a Prophet is not without honor, except in His own Country Because in other Countries, all honored Him, but His own could not see. Said, He's the carpenter's son; that's really all thy wanted to believe. While the lame and blind were seeking Jesus, them to receive. There's an empty grave there, up on a hill that says, He doth live - And if anyone will come to the Cross and confess Him, He'll surely forgive. 'Tis my Savior I write of. The old borrowed grave's stone door, couldn't prevail. He arose according to Gods word and took the keys from Satan and Hell. A mere stone could not hold Him, so magnificent was His Holy power. They could not have crucified Him, had it not been HIS chosen hour. The thief on the Cross knew it was He, who was the Fathers Son, He cried out to Jesus out of mortal fear, for he knew He was surely the one. He died and paid for our pardon, every sin, so our soul He could save. Thus we Praise Him in all things, as we know He arose and left an empty grave. |
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