Just shuffling of soldiers feet As they guarded the grave.
Could it be that His Father Turned his back on his son All hell seemed to whisper "Just forget Him, He's dead." Then the Father looked down To his son and he said...
Arise... Arise... my love.
And the tomb began to shake, From Heaven the stone was rolled away. The guards they all stood there in fright The sweet sound of victory,
The grave no longer has a hold on you.
Sin, where are your shackles? Death, where is your sting? The grave could not hold the king.