One day the grave could conceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the door
Then He arose, over death He had conquered
Now He’s ascended, My Lord ever more
Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him
From rising again

Living, He loved me
Dying, He saved me
Buried, He carried my sins from away
Rising, He justified freely forever
One day He’s coming – Oh glorious day!


No tomb could contain what love was about to release. -Bob Goff

He took the nails. He took the cross. The shame, pain and suffering were heaped upon His shoulders.

Upon Him was laid the punishment that brings us peace. [Isaiah 53:5]

All of it, willingly.

He chose to take on what I beg to take off. He welcomed what I wail over.

All so we could celebrate together.

Sunday healed what Friday broke and Saturday wept over.

Sunday put the pieces back together, triumphing over the brokenness of Friday and the questions of Saturday.

Sunday redeemed what Friday lost and Saturday couldn’t see past.

They placed him in the tomb but on Sunday He stepped out side, leaving death inside, victorious over the only thing they believed could keep him down.

The promise of the empty tomb is that at the end of this life we get an empty tomb. Death is just a one-way ticket to look upon the beauty of His face.

The gruesome grave bought the Truth with lies and roared its victorious head over a supposed ‘win’ but the grave didn’t know that the Truth inside would turn the grave to grace and for all time, death would be defeated by love.

When love invades even the grave becomes grace.

If you peer into the empty tomb you have no choice but to replace the V with C and see that the Savior has risen and all really is grace.

Hell is defeated. Death has lost it’s sting. Christ is risen and on high. When faith was lost and all seemed hopeless we find that we can trust our God because He knows what He is doing. Greater is He than any in the world.

Greater is He living in us so church arise! We the lost have been found, we the dead in our tombs of pride and destruction have been raised with Christ. When love invaded the grave became grace.

Tombs are sealed shut but arms were opened wide; the gates of Hell could not prevail – the power of the risen God has torn the veil and we are welcomed in.

His love never fails, is never too far gone to save and redeem.

The grave could not hold Him. It could not contain Him.

The grave only holds grace.

Nothing is impossible
Every chain is breakable
With You we are victorious
You are stronger than our hearts
You are greater than the dark
With You we are victorious

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