The King Is Alive

I once heard of a day,
When the sky turned pitch black.
People wailed and they wept,
As a Man’s body fell slack.

He did nothing wrong,
And broke not God’s laws.
Yet for the world’s sin,
His flesh was raked by Death’s claws.

As He hung on a cross,
Some mocked and some scoffed.
Though anguished and forsaken,
He sent prayers for them aloft.

This Man is called Jesus,
And He was nailed to a tree.
He’s the High King of heaven,
Who died to set sinners free.

As He died, the veil tore;
His last breath made a way.
To restore us to life,
For our sin He did pay.

Though the veil had been torn,
The curtain was not yet lifted.
On that first dark night,
It seemed by Death He’d been sifted.

His followers, they scattered;
Stricken with fear and grief.
How could God’s Son,
Die like a murderer and thief?

The situation seemed hopeless;
His disciples all felt Death’s sting.
Jesus had spoke of a kingdom,
That in He was ushering.

As sorrow suffocated,
And all hope seemed lost,
Day three dawned; the Son rose,
Proving He’d paid the cost.

The King is alive;
Christ Jesus is risen!
For Death has no right,
To keep Him in Its prison.

On that day of deep darkness,
Of suffering and tears,
Jesus trampled down Death,
And devoured our fears.

The veil is still torn,
And the curtain is lifted.
By Jesus’ own death,
To us life is now gifted.

The Dark must give way,
When faced with the Dawn.
For all who trust Jesus,
Fear of Death is now gone.

The King is alive,
Give praise to His name.
He is Lord of light and life;
It is Him I proclaim.