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Who notices the passage of a god?
Who noticed when he rolled the stone away?
He passes you again with gentle nod,
The one who cast the conjure there that day.
 
Who noticed when he rolled the stone away?
Once dead, but living, breathing once again,
The one who cast the conjure there that day,
In doing, paid the greatest price for men.
 
Once dead, but living, breathing once again,
He cast his love to save you from the fall,
And doing, paid the greatest price for men:
The greatest conjuration of them all.
 
He cast his love to save you from the fall,
With flesh and blood, for you, he paid the price,
The greatest conjuration of them all.
That night, he made the greatest sacrifice.
 
With flesh and blood, for you, he paid the price.
The tomb is empty, gone now is the stone.
That night, he made the greatest sacrifice,
His life he gave, for your soul to atone.
 
The tomb is empty, gone now is the stone,
The curtain rent, the table cracked in two.
His life he gave, for your soul to atone.
Can you not see he did it all for you?
 
The curtain rent, the table cracked in two,
He later rose again, into the air.
You will not see he did it all for you
Unless your mortal eyes are made aware.
 
He later rose again, into the air,
He passes you again with gentle nod.
Unless their mortal eyes are made aware,
Who notices the passage of a god?

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