A stone can be found at a place in the
Ground where the body of Jesus was laid;
It was never inscribed with the words to
Describe the power that grace still displays;
For this monument where Jesus was sent
Wasn't carved with the story of death;
It simply reveals a grave no longer
Sealed, and the empty tomb says the rest.
No clever inscription can never
Explain what happened that wonderful day;
And no epitaph could ever contain the words such a message should say;
No man-made description could ever
Describe what's spoken by empty walls;
The stone rolled aside with nothing
Inscribed, but the empty tomb says it all.
No black granite wall could hold
Nearly all the names of our Savior and Lord;
And no mountain face would have enough
Space for one line of his love to record;
No one could relate to the numberless
Days, for it has no beginning or end;
The story goes on his body is gone, and the tomb is empty again.
No clever inscription can never
Explain what happened that wonderful day;
And no epitaph could ever contain the words such a message should say;
No man-made description could ever
Describe what's spoken by empty walls;
The stone rolled aside with nothing
Inscribed, but the empty tomb says it all.
No man-made description could ever
Describe what's spoken by empty walls;
The stone rolled aside with nothing
Inscribed, but the empty tomb says it all.
The stone rolled aside with nothing
Inscribed, but the empty tomb says it all.