NPM 6: Risen

NPM 6: Risen

On that morning, early they went, that grave, it stood empty, because He was risen.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, He was lead.

Abandoned.

Betrayed.

Despised. 

Father forgive them, they know not what they do. 

The Father turned his face.

A sacrifice so great.

A story of love.

The skies turned black. 

The earth cried out, weeping for its King.

The earth trembled, it shook, it ached, from Glory so great.  

Death is defeated. 

It is finished. 

The veil is torn. Here I stand in His presence. I am no longer ashamed. 

Why do you seek the living among the dead? 

You know—He is risen.

Death has no power, because He is risen.

I am healed—because He is risen.

All chains are broken, I am bound no more—because He is risen.

We stand here free—because He is risen.

He is risen. He is risen. He is risen. 

I am redeemed, because He is risen. 

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