An angel waits beside the door,
His messenger, as times before,
but the news that this day brings
makes weeping voices sing,
for this grave is now a garden, nothing more.
They come in silence, come in grief.
His death has tortured their belief,
but the angel smiles when they
see the stone is rolled away
and he speaks the words that give their souls relief.
Why do you look for life among the dead?
He is not here; He's risen as He said.
And this place you call a tomb
now is just an empty room.
Turn around and follow where His life has led.
We take the cup and bread He gave,
but do you know His pow'r to save?
That the reason for His pain
was to free you from your chains?
So why do you still wait beside the grave?
The angel's message is for you
from God, the Faithful and the True,
that the Flesh who is the Word
has now proven what you've heard.
"Behold," He says, "I'm making all things new."
Why do you look for life among the dead?
He is not here; He's risen as He said.
And this place you call a tomb
now is just an empty room.
Turn around and follow Him.
Turn around and live again.
Turn around and follow where His life has led.
(words by Rick Vale)
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