Empty
Empty and lost long long go,
The central cross of Calvary,
Not worthy of a second thought,
But for the prophet of Galilee.
The cross, stained with shame and pain,
Where man's justice and mercy part,
Has become the symbol of God's love,
Where he justice and mercy imparts.
Can pain and cruel torture bring joy?
Can a shameful crucifixion bring hope?
Why is this a celebration?
Others have died by sword or rope.
Grandiose crypts, marble memorials,
Mark the parting of riches and life,
Few headstones mark the grave
Of felons who lived by gun or knife.
Jesus has no headstone to view,
Only an empty rock hewn grave,
But millions of crosses world wide
Proclaim ‘Jesus died, you to save'.
No felon, but God's only son,
His perfection marred by my sin,
His blood spilled on Calvary,
That I might be cleansed within.
He did not die because of who I am,
But died because of who he is,
He does not rest in ancient grave,
But now eternal hope freely gives.
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