The sun has set on Friday's scene.
Eleven men are in dismay.
They wonder what all this can mean.
They did not think they'd see this day.
All of their plans lie in despair,
Their leader dead, object of scorn.
And all their dreams beyond repair,
But hope will come with Sunday's dawn.
Satan believes his hand is strong
And now he presses home his claim.
Jesus to death does now belong,
But there’s no charge against His Name.
Records are searched, no sin revealed,
Powers of darkness have not won.
The Father's final verdict sealed:
"Death, you must now release My Son."
His grave is covered by a stone,
Men do their best to shut him in.
But soldiers to the ground are thrown,
No tomb can hold the risen King.
His resurrection pow'r is shown.
Now His disciples understand
That they must go and make Him known
To ev'ry race in ev'ry land.
Lord, I will live to share Your Name
For all You suffered there for me.
Buried is all my sin and shame,
It died with You at Calvary.
I too from death one day will rise,
Troubled by guilt and fear no more,
To live with You beyond the skies,
And serve my God, who I adore.
James Hughes (April 2015)
Tune: It is Finished - Anonymous