An Empty Bag
Gone back to the scene
Studied the footsteps
Seen the fingerprints
Jesus was here!
The Devil came
And departed in Shame
With an empty bag
On the eve of Sabbath
The devil had a crash
On my Life
Let me shout
The goodness of God
The Lord who kept me
It was not chance
It was not luck
It was not wit
It was God
I saw Him, I felt Him, I heard Him
He touched me, He touched me
He touched me, He touched me
The cross if empty
The tomb is empty
The Lord is here
Walking with me
Sitting with me
Driving with me
And I know
He is not done with me
He is mine, I am His
Gone back to the scene
Studied the footsteps
Seen the fingerprints
Jesus was here!
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