An empty tomb,
A stone rolled away
Speak of the Saviour
Who rose Easter Day.
But that was centuries
And centuries ago,
And we ask today
"Was it really so?"
"Did He walk on earth
And live and die
And return to His Father
To dwell on high?"
We were not there
To hear or see,
But our hopes and dreams
Of eternity
Are centered around
The Easter story
When Christ ascended
And rose in glory.
And life on earth
Has not been the same,
Regardless of what
The skeptics claim.
For, after the Lord
Was crucified,
Even the ones who had
Scoffed and denied ...
Knew that something
Had taken place
That nothing could ever
Remove or erase.
For "hope" was born
In the soul of man,
And "faith" to believe
in God's Master Plan
Stirred in the hearts
To dispel doubt and fear
And that Faith has grown
With each passing year.
For the Hope of man
Is the Easter story,
For life is robbed
Of all meaning and glory
Unless man knows
That he has a "goal"
And a "resting place"
For his searching soul.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe,
Sin has left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow!!
He paid a debt He did not owe,
I owed a debt I could not pay,
I needed someone, to wash my sins away,
And I sing a brand new song, Amazing Grace,
Christ Jesus paid the debt, that I could never pay
The Hope Of The World
