An Empty Tomb
An empty tomb, a folded sheet
That signifies all is complete.
The captives free, the battle won,
Naught yet remains; the work is done.
True, on its face, it seems absurd:
His righteousness, to me, conferred.
Devoid of merit, needing grace,
A marvelous exchange took place.
He bore my sin, took it away
And so I stand because today
Propitiation for God’s wrath
Was gained by Christ on my behalf.
Yes, he is worthy to be praised,
This Jesus Christ, the one God raised.
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