A knock at the door Who could it be? This early morning As we hid in fear A voice cries out It’s Mary, frantic The tomb is open He is not there! He met me in the garden He has risen indeed Just as He said He will come to you! We run quickly to see Inside, just a towel Wrapped and neatly folded No sign of Jesus. Who rolled the stone away? Who got past the guards? What did they do with His body? How can this be? We returned to the house More devastated then before How can this be? is He really risen? Then he appeared Shining and alive Scars in His hands and feet No doubt it was Jesus We bowed and worshiped He said I have risen Just as I said And now I will be with you always Hallelujah – He has Risen Hallelujah – He’s alive Hallelujah – He is with us He’ll never leave my side Hallelujah – I’m forgiven Hallelujah – I’m set free Hallelujah – Christ is risen And sent His Spirit to me
Hallelujah, He’s Alive
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