An empty cross
a risen King,
from death’s dark womb
new life does spring,

for though the cross
did slay the Lamb,
death lost the fight
to the great “I AM”.

That once foreboding
fate that loomed,
was swallowed
in a victory tune,

that Jesus sang
with angels fair,
in that sweet Easter
morning air.

“Come rise with me
and live anew,
consider what
I say is true.

Rise high and free
from death and sin,
repent, believe,
be born again.”