Like the petals of a dying flower, our Lord bowed down his head Mary's heart sunk in sadness, she watched him take his last breath He was planted in the garden, inside the rich man's tomb Three days later they discovered that the Rose of Sharon had bloomed.
He's not dead, he is alive, God kept His promise, on the third morning that He would rise The angel rolled the stone away, Jesus walked out of the grave Praise his name, go and proclaim he is alive.
The battle is finally finished, Satan could not believe that the King of Kings had risen Oh but the proof was plain to see Now the footprints of our Savior are on the devil's head Death is defeated forever, He arose just like He said.
He's not dead, he is alive, God kept His promise, on the third morning that He would rise The angel rolled the stone away, Jesus walked out of the grave Praise his name, go and proclaim he is alive.
The angel rolled the stone away, Jesus walked out of the grave Praise his name, go and proclaim he is alive.
