The Grave Was But For A Moment

The Grave Was But For A Moment

They laid His beaten and bloody body down.
The sky turned black as the universe frowned.

They left Him laying in a pitiful display.
They could not believe He said, "I am King" knowing it was His judgement day.

He could have backed down and denied His position.
Instead, he declared royalty untainted by opposition.

So, they murdered Him and put Him with the dead.
It was simply a moment in time to complete what the prophecies said.

They rolled the stone and closed His tomb.
This was His purpose from the moment He was formed in the womb.

He was meant to die. The ultimate call.
To go to hell and back and redeem us all.

And to hell He did go as they all thought him dead.
He was simply getting a pair of keys. Imagine hell's dread!

The ground began to shake and saints of old awoke from their sleep.
God the Father, His promise He did keep.

Voices could be heard saying, "He is not here!"
He was alive! Out of the grave! Was it not clear?

The darkness of death ran in terror as it realized His power.
He had overcome it and its sting in that very hour!

How can one stand against He who over threw the grave?!
How can one defeat He who can save?

The grave was but for a moment.
He went inside, resurrected and now owns it.

Isn't it evident?! You are no longer death's slave.
You too have overcome the grave!