He is Yet Alive!
Within a shadowed corner myst’ry lay
As ruffled folds of fabric laid therein.
What happened on the morning of that day?
Where was the body of the dead within?
I sighed and stared into the darkened room.
Who could’ve done this evil to my friend?
Why had they thus removed Him from His tomb?
Why had they killed Him? He had done no sin.
I thought back of Him and His love for me,
His perfect heart, His grace beyond compare,
His death upon the cross of
And now this myst’ry – Jesus wasn’t here.
Behind me then a gentle voice did chide:
“Why fear ye? Joy! for I am yet alive!”
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