Photo by Kathy Tyler

Tell me dear Jesus, how did you know

Exactly when to arise

From where You were lying asleep in the tomb

Far away from harsh cries?

Did angels croon to You soft songs of love

While weeping at what they saw

Weeping in pain at what had happened

When men had broken God’s Law?

But now it had come, Easter morning

Before the first hint of dawn,

Triumphantly, by Your own mighty power,

Life surged and cruel death was gone.

For You were both God and man at once,

You had overcome death

You, alone, would roll back the stone

Now You had life and had breath.

The soldiers fell back, as dead men they lay

Where was their power to guard?

Jesus of Nazareth, they thought to be slain

Could this be a job that was hard?

Yet who could control God, Himself?

He was more than He seemed to be

Now He lives on, never to die

And dwells in our hearts, glad to be.