I am the cross the Christ was hung to save. I felt the spear who stabbed his holy side.

Men took his body down to rest in graves. I saw women review his form and cried. I am the tomb where Christ was laid in death Angels unrolled the stone and scream he lives. The veil upon my face has gone and left. He says believe the life he came to give. To save us from judgment he died Instead. He rose as God decreed in Early morn. The cross is where my sins become as dead. The tombs the place I have emerged reborn. He gave the Holy Ghost to dwell in men. In glory shall we rise with Christ again.