By Robert E. Hanna
Deserted is the silent tomb,
Empty grave clothes set aside;
No stain of death within the room
Where none but angels now abide.
Where is the One Who rent the veil,
And blotted out the curse of law?
Whose voice calls out and says, “All hail!”
None but His Whose death they saw!
And now He walks and speaks with those
That thought to find Him white and still,
And lying wrapped in linen clothes,
Since that dark hour on Calvary’s hill.
“Peace be unto you,” says He,
“Behold My hands, that it is I.”
And then the bread He breaks, to be
Perceived of every watching eye.
And now the Scriptures are fulfilled;
His work on earth completely done,
Until the day He’ll be revealed
As Israel’s King and David’s Son.
For those of us who know His love,
Who are today saved by His grace,
He lives and intercedes above
Until we meet Him face to face!
