Lyrics
Verse 1
A crown of thorns placed on His head
He knew that He would soon be dead
He said, "Did you forget me, Father did you?"
They nailed Him to a wooden cross
Soon all the world would feel the loss
Of Christ the King before His Hallelujah
Refrain
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
(x2)
Verse 2
He hung His head and prepared to die
Then lifted His face up to the sky
Said, "I am coming home now Father, to you"
A reed which held His final sip
Was gently lifted to his lips
He drank His last and gave His soul to glory
Refrain
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
(x2)
Verse 3
The soldier who had used his sword
To pierce the body of our Lord
Said, "Truly, this was Jesus Christ our Savior"
He looked with fear upon his sword
Then turned to face his Christ and Lord
Fell to his knees crying Hallelujah
Refrain
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
(x2)
Verse 4
Took from his head the thorny crown
And wrapped him in a linen gown
Then laid him down to rest inside the tomb
The holes in his hands, his feet, and side
Now in our hearts, we know he died
To save us from ourselves, oh Hallelujah
Refrain
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
(x2)
Verse 5
Three days went by, again they came
To move the stone, to bless the slain
With oil and spice anointing Hallelujah
But as they went to move the stone
They saw that they were not alone
For Jesus Christ has risen, Hallelujah
Final Refrain
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
(x4)
Outro
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Meaning & Inspiration
In “An Easter Hallelujah,” Cassandra Star Armstrong and Callahan Armstrong trace the Passion from the crown of thorns to the empty tomb. The question addressed to the Father echoes the psalmist’s cry of abandonment, yet the same breath expresses trust and homecoming. That tension matters: praise is not separated from suffering but emerges through it.
The soldier’s confession names the crucified one as Savior, while the burial scene honors the reality of death. The wounds are remembered not as symbols but as evidence. Then the stone is met by resurrection, and the repeated “Hallelujah” becomes the fitting response to an act no one could arrange.
The song’s shape, moving from agony to entombment to risen life, keeps the whole story intact. The final refrain does not rush past Good Friday; it arrives where the women arrived, finding the grave no longer final. The refrain is not decoration but the only adequate reply.