The Empty Tomb

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Oh Jesus, what did you do?

To pay for the sin my life did accrue


Why is it we're so quick to forget

He who has paid our debt?


For those who one week shouted Hosanna

Quickly forgot He was the true manna


Complete understanding I cannot claim

More often than not, I still battle with shame


I have questions and doubts

My faith journey often has droughts


And yet, "Come and see," You say

The empty tomb on Resurrection Sunday


Experience the freedom, experience the love

The one that can only come from above


Silence the voices

Unplug from the noises


I know it's sometimes hard to believe

But trust me, it's greater than anything we could conceive

Location: Vancouver, BC, Canada

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