He is Risen!
The stalwart guards stood watch that day, around a dead man's grave.
Not mindful that He was the Lord;
They stood there, bold and brave, till all at once they fell away without a chance to fight;
For Jesus had returned to life, and vanquished sin's dark night.
The angel band drew near to praise and glorify their King;
They crowded in to worship Him and hallelujahs sing.
For they had longed to comfort Him, as on the cross He hung;
But He bore all the suffering, this Savior, God's own Son.
My sin was pardoned on the tree that held this blessed Christ;
He took the punishment for me and paid sin's awful price.
Only the perfect Lamb of God could love a wretch like me enough to die;
Enough to live, enough to set me free!
The empty tomb, a witness stark that Jesus lived again;
And soldiers fearing for their lives knew Christ was no mere man.
O Jesus Christ, my dearest Friend;
O King of heaven and earth.
Though ages have pass, no tongue can tell the measure of your worth!
- Connie Faust
"He is not here; he has risen, just as he said."
(Faust, of Shamokini, is providing poems for the Lenten season. Read more at www.authorsden.com/conniefaust.)