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.�