"He Is Risen"

He is risen! Risen . . . indeed!

And what’s that supposed to mean to me?
I live each day as best I can;
I reach out to my fellowman.
I sometimes slip
I sometimes sin
But I always get up and try again!
I read my Bible;
I know how to pray.
I try to walk the Christian way.
I know God care
And I believe He see
That the only desire of my heart is to please.
So He is risen! Risen . . . indeed?
Tell me—what difference does that make to me?

Well, it’s very plain it means nothing to you

For I see your hand in all you do.

He could still be dead and bound in the grave

He would not have lost His power to save.

But don’t you see? Can’t you comprehend?

The tomb was the beginning—not the end.

His death was not all He had to give—

He arose that we might have the power to live!

He is risen! He is risen indeed!
Now I see what that is to mean to me!
It means that I died with Him that day
In some mysterious "God-planned" way;
That my hands are now His
My eyes truly see
My soul is made new
My heart is free.
The power to live is mine at last!
The days of striving and failing are past!
Praise God! At last the truth I see—

He is risen!

He lives!

He lives through me!