He Is Risen!

The soldiers stood guard outside
A huge stone covered the entrance to the tomb.
Jesus had been crucified, a sword finally piercing His side.
The guards were afraid and the darkness began to loom.

Sleep fell upon them by divine appointment.
God had a plan and it would be carried out with precision.
Angels from Gods kingdom had been carefully sent.
Jesus had taken the sins of the world, it was His final decision.

Suddenly the stone was mysteriously rolled away.
Angels drew their swords as Jesus walked out with victory.
This would be the day of all days.
The Son of God was not dead but alive and free.

Women came to anoint with oil as they sometimes did.
The grave clothes were left as if taken off carefully.
The Roman soldiers had run away and hid.
Jesus had disappeared it was plain to see.

“Why are you looking for the dead, for He is alive the angel said?
Go and tell His friends He is not dead, He has risen!”
“Jesus the Son of God is not dead!”
The tomb is empty and Jesus has gone on a mission.

It wasn’t long before Jesus appeared to many people around.
He wanted to be sure the gates holding His children had been unlocked.
The keys had been taken from Lucifer and the people were no longer bound.
Jesus the Savior would not ever be mocked.

He has risen and gone to the Father above.
He paid our sins debt and shed His blood so we might be free.
So listen my friend you have all His love ready and waiting for you.
All you have to do is to invite Him into your heart and you will see!

Jesus the Savior can meet all your needs.
Jesus the Savior is waiting to enter in.
Jesus the Savior still silently pleads.
Jesus the Savior has redeemed us from all sin.

All you have to do is call upon His name.
All you have to do is ask Him to come in.
Jesus the Christ is still the same.
Jesus the Christ has paid for all your sin.

Don’t wait until tomorrow or till you grow old.
Today is the day of Salvation the Bible plainly tells.
Your soul is worth more to Jesus than silver or gold.
Don’t wait until you hear the screemings coming from the pit called hell.

Written by Sybil Shearin
(c) 8-2002
Saved by The Son

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