HE'S RISEN

He's risen, Christ the king 
Sitted in his throne 
In heaven above 
A king without throne
While on earth 
For wherever he sits 
Is his throne 
Ruling over 
Principalities and powers
Leading people to thy Father Almighty.

He's risen, Christ the king 
The law breaker 
He ascended above 
And never came down
Breaking the law of gravity 
That says; whatever goes up
Must surely come down.

He's risen, Christ the king
The greatest mental physician 
The miracle worker 
The liberator of generations 
The illuminator of the dark
The master of the wonderous world 
The map to thy Father God Almighty.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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