I turned and looked up Calvary's hill,
To where You hung, serene and still,
And as You hung there in my stead,
I heard the soldiers say, "He's dead."
O, God, what caused You to die for me?
That I could live, could be set free?
Your redeeming love, Worthy Lamb!
The blood of God, the Great I AM.
They took You then unto the grave,
And laid You rest, death's sleeping slave.
You were gone from our world then,
And the devil had won, it seemed, again.
Three days passed by in fearful strife,
As we remembered You and Your life.
We mourned, we cried, "O, Father, why?"
He heard our tears, our silent sighs.
The angels came on the third morn,
When we came to see You, our spirits torn.
And as the soldiers from the tomb were driven,
The angels cried, "Behold, He's risen!"
And so our God has won at last!
His strength is great; His love is fast.
And we know our God is King --
Go and let His praises ring!
~ H. Paige Edwards
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