Where is my Lord?

They have taken Him away.

All I see is a tomb,

a place that is empty.

And just when I need Him,

and long for His voice,

even His body would not wait for my tears.

Shut away in a box, He has occupied their coffin.

Shut away in a book, He fulfils, Living Word.

Shut away in our concepts, He shatters such shackles.

No prison can hold Him;

no tomb thwart the miracle.

His life is our liberty;

His love changed my life.

No dying can rob me of what He has given:

once blind, now I see.

Hallelujah! His promise:

 ‘In the day when the hearts of men fail them for fear,

then look up, little flock,

your redemption draws near.’

Let all creation

give thanks to the Risen Lord.

Give thanks to the Risen Lord!

 

Filled with His praises,

give thanks to the Risen Lord.

Give thanks to the Risen Lord!

 

He is our Shepherd,

and we are His sheep.

Give thanks to the Risen Lord.

Give thanks to the Risen Lord!

 

Stepping out boldly,

we claim resurrection.

Give thanks to the Risen Lord.

Give thanks to the Risen Lord!