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Monday, December 28, 2009

Song at the Empty Tomb

I reached out once in fear and pain
And rose up new and whole again.
If God can work such love in me,
I dare to hope in what could be.

Through all these words new life may course
And rise up praising God the source
Of all we hope and pray might be
Our new and everlasting tree.

As wide and deep as any sea,
The love He lent and showed to me.
He heard my cry and touched my soul,
And then He made my daughter whole.

This touch shall make an open door
To welcome in the weak and poor,
A shelter from the storms above,
A sign of God's unfading love.

As oil rich and fragrant wood,
So were His deeds, so was His word.
And in my heart, I hold His name,
That I may speak and do the same.

Within these branches we shall weave
A song for those who dare believe
That God still moves beneath the earth
And bringeth the fallen seed to birth.

No mind could ever dare conceive
What God can work when we believe.
How blessed are the ones indeed
Who look for life within the seed.

All praise to you, o human one
Who lived and died as God's own Son,
And pray that we may come to see
New life within the fallen tree.

And though we sleep the sleep of death,
Our seeds will wake filled with breath.
Praise to You, whose life we mourn,
New blossoms on the tree of thorn.

Once You brought the dead into life.
Your hands were healing and peace.
Your words were fire and light.
Your life was promise and [least].

Now You leave us trembling and weak.
No more the sureness of death,
No more the hole that I know,
Life that is new with each breath.

Where now is the body You wore?
What is this dark empty hole?
Where is the one that I loved?
Where is the fire of my soul?

You, who were truth of my life,
You know my fear and my hope,
Who shatters death and the grave,
Who goes before me alone.

You, who shakes the earth and the stars,
Who opens tombs in my soul,
Who knows my weakness and pain,
You tear and rend and make whole.

Here beyond the shadow of death,
Here where the day breaks anew,
There is no future but faith,
There is no promise but You.

Here in the midst of death
We shall see the birth of life.
Now in the darkest hour,
We shall know the face of God.

Here is the midst of life,
Here within each fearful heart,
Now in each human form
You shall be the risen one.

Here in the midst of death,
We shall see the birth of life.
Now in the darkest hour,
We shall know the face of God.

Here in the midst of death,
We shall see.
Now in the darkest hour,
We shall know.

Here within the midst of life,
Here within,
Now in each human form,
You shall be,


Brought to us this day of your life,
When all your people shall see,
When death itself shall have died,
When we your kingdom shall be.

We your kingdom shall be.
We your kingdom shall be.
We your kingdom shall be.
We your kingdom shall be.
We your kingdom shall be.
We your kingdom shall be.
We your kingdom shall be.

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