Empty coils of cloth were found
Where life did not belong,
An unsealed tomb and shifted stone
When birds began their song.

Holy power and glory broke
The grip of death and sin,
Opened up the heavenly gates
So all could stride right in

And see the Father face to face,
Be welcomed by the Son,
Be humbled by His sacrifice
And all His death had won.

The shadow’s washed away by light
That never will grow dim,
For all who leave their lives behind
To serve and follow Him.