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What? No Body in the tomb?

Who ever heard the like?

Who can thus presume

That One has risen

That One is no longer dead long

Who ever heard that any successfully fled.

He is not here?

Why this is where they stopped the bier

This is where a sheet-bound Frame

From which such wondrous Words once came

This is where they laid It down,

And sorrowfully, slowly, slumped back to town.

This has to be the lonely spot.

Surely, I have not forgot

The roll of the land, the look of the vale,

This is the place, lifeless and stale,

That One precious Body came to rest.

(What other point on earth is so blest?)

But the tomb is empty, there’s no Body in the grave,

Whatever do you suppose? – –  –

Why, here are His grave clothes,

Here is the napkin they wound around His head

These are the items so know with the dead

But He, the One who briefly wore them

Is gone – you’ll have to store them.

He’ll never need graves clothes again

He left them low, He did ascend

He showed Himself – Many did Him see

Life gave way to eternity.

The One who came the lost to save

Has conquered sin, hell, and the grave!

– eab, 3/19/08

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What? No Body in the tomb?

Who ever heard the like?

Who can thus presume,

That One has risen

That One is no longer dead long?

Who ever heard that any successfully fled.

He is not here?

Why, this is where they stopped the bier,

This is where a sheet-bound Frame

From which such wondrous words once came

This is where they laid it down,

And sorrowfully, slowly, slumped back to town.

This has to be the lonely spot 

Surely, I’ve not “forgot”

The roll of the land, the look of the vale,

This is the place, lifeless and stale

That One’s precious Body came to rest

(What other point on earth is so blest?)

But the tomb is empty, there’s no Body in the grave

What ever do you suppose? – – –

Why, here are His grave clothes,

Here is the napkin they wound ‘round His head

These are the items so know with the dead

But He, the One who briefly wore them,

Is gone – you’ll have to store them.

He’ll never need graves clothes again.

He left them low, He did ascend

He showed Himself – Many did Him see

Life gave way to eternity!

The One who came the lost to save,

Has conquered Sin, Hell, and the Grave!

– eab, Mar. ‘08

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What?  No Body in the tomb?

Who ever heard the like?

Who can thus presume

That One has risen

That One is no longer long dead

Who ever heard that any successfully fled.

He is not here?

Why this is where they stopped the bier

This is where a sheet-bound Frame

From which such wondrous words once came

This is where they laid it down,

And sorrowfully, slowly, slumped back to town

This has to be the lonely spot 

Surely I have not forgot

The roll of the land, the look of the vale,

This is the place, lifeless and stale

That One precious Body came to rest

(What other point on earth is so blest?)

But the tomb is empty, there’s no Body in the grave

What ever do you suppose? – – –

Why here are His grave clothes,

Here is the napkin they wound around His head

These are the items so know with the dead

But He, the One who briefly wore them

Is gone – you’ll have to store them

He’ll never need graves clothes again

He left them low,  He did ascend

He showed Himself – Many did Him see

Life gave way to eternity

The One who came the lost to save

Has conquered sin, hell, and the grave!

 – eab, 3/19/08

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What?  No Body in the tomb?

Who ever heard the like?

Who can thus presume,

That One has risen,

That One is no longer dead,

Who ever heard that any successfully fled.

He is not here?

Why this is where they stopped the bier,

This is where a sheet-bound Frame,

(From which such wondrous words once came)

This is where they laid It down,

And sorrowfully, slowly, slumped back to town.

This has to be the lonely spot, 

Surely, I have not forgot

The roll of the land, the look of the vale,

This is the place, lifeless and stale.

That One precious Body came to rest

(What other point on earth is so blest?)

But the tomb is empty, there’s no Body in the grave.

What ever do you suppose? – – –

Why, here are His grave clothes.

Here is the napkin they wound around His head,

These are the items so know with the dead,

But He, the One who briefly wore them

Is gone – you’ll have to store them;

He’ll never need graves clothes again.

He left them low.  He did ascend,

He showed Himself – Many did Him see.

Life gave way to eternity!

The One who came, the lost to save,

Has conquered sin, hell, and the grave! – eab, 3/19/08

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