No Rock, No Cross, No Shroud
By James E. Webber
Before the dawn they went to find the place where he was laid,
With ointments, myrrh, and funeral spice, they found an empty grave.
The stone rolled back, and there inside they found the funeral shroud,
And once outside they saw the Lord Ascending in the clouds.
They ran to tell their brothers of the miracle He had shared,
No grave can hold the Lamb of God,
No rock, no cross, no Shroud.
Beaten, bruised, His nail scared hands; they even pierced His side,
They could not defeat the Lamb of God, regardless how they tried,
A crown of thorns pressed to His head, a fate no man survives,
Prophetic word has come to pass, Our Lord is still Alive
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