And so the winter dies with a blast of icy windLike a mournful cry—it’s giving up the ghost againAnother sheet of snow melts away to gold and greenJust look at Peter go, he’s racing to the tomb to seeWhere has my Jesus gone?He is not dead;he is risen, risen indeedAnd now the flowers bloom like a song of freedomBehold the earth is new, if only for the seasonAnd so the seed that died for you becomes a seedlingJust put your hand into the wound that bought your healingAnd let your heart believeHe is not dead;he is risen, risen indeedAnd the rain will fall on the furrowIt immerses the earth in sorrowMary, the sun will rise againMary, the sun will rise againDaughter, listen, listenDaughter, listenHe speaks your nameFather Abraham could not have dreamed of thisCould never understand the end of all those promisesHow all the pieces fit, every star and grain of sandIs safely hid in Jesus’ handLet every tongue confessHe is not dead;he is risen, risen indeedMary, the sun will rise againDaughter, listen, listenDaughter, listen, he speaks your name.
I love this song so much, the lyrics are perfect.
I love imagining Peter taking off to the tomb sandles flapping, mind racing, the thoughts of his betrayal for a moment forgotten as he runs to see if the news that seems too good to be true is indeed...true.
The end of all those promises made to Abraham are finally realized and it just makes me so....happy.
Happy Easter everyone.