Love bled for me (3)
It was the third day, the stones had rolled away She had gone to look for her Saviour at the tomb, he wasn't there Haven't they suffered him enough, did they steal his body too? Lo and behold, he was there. Not as a dead man. She recognized her Saviour when he called her by name She went with gladness and told the others They saw and they believed it too The most powerful had glorified The Son Death didn't hold him, it could never. Then he was in their midst, proclaiming peace to them The same way he has given us who believe Christ is risen, death is dead To all who believe in him, a new life is here.