(Jesus wept)

enveloped in darkness
my dry bones tremble
as I quiver, I force my eyes
to open, I need to see
(I know) I have left this (body)
I do not understand,
has my life yet not ended?

I hear a voice, a familiar voice
a dear friend bellowing,
“come forth”
and the earthquake begins
a ray of light slips through the split of rock;
(I can see) a vision is now calling me

slowly I rise, to the sound of his voice
the ground shaketh
beneath my feet
but I stand still, through tumbling
rocks, I stand still

what a beautiful irony —
this tomb I have lived in
is now dying, crumbling
’tis by this rebirth
my soul rests in peace

who am I
that you would shed your tears
and deem me worthy
of a new existence
who would go beyond
and chase death itself
to save me from its hungry lair

Death is powerless
I thus fear her not
in Your love I take courage
nothing more could I want

blessed are you, Bethany
the home of resurrection
history has been written
Love will once again be risen
what eyes of men have witnessed
shall not remain hidden