He's Alive
by Don Francisco, 1996
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The gates and doors were barred And just before the sunrise
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| There was no one there but Mary, so I went down to let her in John stood there beside me as she told us where she'd been she said they've moved Him in the night and none of us knows where the stone's been rolled away and now His body isn't there |
We both ran t'ward the garden and then John ran on ahead we found the stone and the empty tomb just the way that Mary said but the winding sheet they wrapped Him in was just an empty shell and how or where they'd taken Him was more than I could tell |
| Something strange had happened there just what I didn't know John believed a miracle but I just turned to go circumstance and speculation didn't lift me very high 'cause I'd seen them crucify Him, and then I saw Him die |
Back inside the house again the guilt and anguish came everything I'd promised Him just added to my shame when at last it came to choices I denied I knew His name and even if He was alive, it wouldn't be the same |
| Suddenly the air was filled with a strange and sweet perfume Light that came from everywhere drove shadows from the room Jesus stood before me with His arms held open wide and I fell down on my knees and I just clung on Him and cried |
He raised me to my feet and as I looked into His eyes love was shining out from them like sunlight from the skies guilt and my confusion disappeared in sweet release and every fear I'd ever had just melted into peace |
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He's alive, He's alive, He's alive |
