My Lord Is Risen Indeed

Master and Lord, born of such a lowly birth, You came and lived a human life on earth. Loved by some, hated by others, Opposed and doubted by Your own brothers. Ridiculed and mocked by those You adored, Despised and rejected - Your words, they ignored. In agony, You prayed, "Not My will, but Thine." Soldiers came and took You, by God's design. Rulers judged You - found You guilty of a crime, In fury, the angry crowd screamed, "He must die!" So they beat You, tortured You and called You names, Eager for blood, they caused You great shame. Nailed to the cross, for all to see, You suffered, bled and died for me. In anguish, Your Father turned away His face, No tomb of Your own, buried in a rich man's place. Dutiful friends came to mourn their loss, Every fear they had was soon given pause. Emmanuel - God is with us - alive forevermore. Death has lost it's victory. The grave stings no more.