The stone is moved, out of place
No longer will it work against G*d’s grace
Empty of purpose, devoid of power,
The stone is Inadequate – this is His hour.

The tomb is empty, empty and cold
Emptied of power – lost its hold
There is no stench of death or decay
The tomb is inadequate – death loses today.

The women have come, empty of talk
Grief has weighed down and slowed their walk
Emptied of hope, they’ve come this way
Speech is inadequate – there’s nothing to say.

The stone is moved, been rolled away
Two men appear – hear what they say
“He is Risen” – “He’s Not in this place”
Death is inadequate against G*d’s Grace

Mere words can not give adequate voice
To the Joy of Easter – We have a choice
Go home and tell no one what you see
Or Shout “He is Risen” – “He is Risen Indeed”