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Not a word was heard |
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At the tomb that day. |
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Just shuffling of soldiers feet |
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As they guarded the grave. |
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One day, two days, |
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Three days had past. |
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Could it be that Jesus |
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Breathed His last? |
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Could it be that His Father |
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Had forsaken him? |
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Turned his back on his son |
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Dispising our sin. |
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All hell seemed to whisper |
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'Just forget Him, He's dead.' |
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Then the Father looked down |
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To his son and he said.. |
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Arise, My love. |
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Arise, My love. |
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The grave no longer |
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Has a hold on you |
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No more death's sting |
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No more suffering |
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Arise...Arise...my love. |
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The Earth trembled |
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And the tomb began to shake, |
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And like lightening |
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From Heaven the stone was rolled away. |
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And as dead man |
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The guards they all stood there in fright |
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As the power of love |
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Displayed its might |
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Then suddenly a melody |
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Filled the air |
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Riding wings of wind, |
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It was everywhere |
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The words all creation |
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Had been longing to hear |
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The sweet sound of victory, |
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So loud and clear. |
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Arise, my love. |
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Arise, my love. |
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The grave no longer has a hold on you. |
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No more death's sting |
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No more suffering |
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Arise...arise.... |
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Sin, where are your shackles? |
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Death, where is your sting? |
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Hell; has been defeated. |
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The grave could not hold the king!! |
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Arise, My love. |
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Arise, My love. |
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The grave no longer |
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Has a hold on you |
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No more death's sting |
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No more suffering |
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Arise....Arise....Arise |
