He is Risen

Gentle footsteps, slowly walking,
stopping not upon the way.

Ere the dawning of the sun
gentle footsteps softly come
to the place where Jesus lay.

Gentle footsteps, walking onward
see the women go their way
toward the garden where the dead
lay wrapped in cloths now stained blood red.
T’was the place where Jesus lay.

Gentle footsteps, gentle ladies
walking to their master's side.
Hard, the task that lay before them
bearing spices to embalm Him
so they walked and sadly cried.

As they trod along they wondered
who would roll away the stone.
With the dawning of the sun
gentle footsteps softly come
to the Christ of flesh and bone.

At a distance footsteps halted -
what is it our eyes betray?
Is the scene that has arisen
just a shadow or a vision?
Has the stone been rolled away?

Gentle footsteps running onward
to the tomb that Joseph gave.
As they stopped and looked within
sitting where their Lord had been
was an angel in the cave.

His appearance was like lightening
and his clothes a snowy hue.
Then he told them "Have no fear."
"He is risen! He's not here.
and in time you'll see it's true."

Gentle footsteps, going nowhere
listen to the angel's plea.
"Quickly go and tell the others.
He has risen, tell his brothers.
He's going on to Galilee."

Gentle footsteps of the women
walk away as in a dream.

Is it true -- what the angel's say
or have they taken him away.
And who will believe what we have seen

But they told! And so should we!
He is Risen!